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80. Does she know?
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2026-06-20 16:15:47
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KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 87. Inducer
Elyce Damn it! I was only able to pluck a few strands of his hair before Neylan showed up and ruined the play. I keep my arm locked around Neylan’s waist, my smile fixed perfectly for the flashbulbs as we walk step-by-step down the red carpet. The reporters are shouting our names, their lenses clicking in a fast, but my mind is entirely down that dark corridor where the captain of the Wraiths just fled. Neylan can pretend to hate Aurel in front of others all he wants. He can play the bitter league rival, grinding his teeth and throwing glares across the rink. But I see right through the bullshit. I can see the fucking look in his eyes every time Aurel enters the room. I can see the longing mixed with hatred, an obsession that goes way deeper than a sports grudge. Something has to be going on between them, for even Aurel to be looking at him like he’d jump on him any moment and I intend to dig it out tonight. I slide my free hand into my designer clutch, my fingers finding the gl
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 86. heat blocker
Aurel I throw my weight against the door of the hotel’s private locker room, locking it from the inside with a trembling hand. The metal bolt slides into place with a sharp, hollow thud. My knees give out instantly. I slide down the cold wall, my back dragging against the smooth tile until my ass hits the floorboards. "Fuck," I gasp, my voice sounding like broken glass in the quiet room. My hands fly to my throat, ripping at my black silk bow tie. I yank it loose, tearing the top two buttons right off my tuxedo shirt. They pop off and skitter across the floor tiles like tiny plastic teeth. My chest heaves. Every breath feels like I'm inhaling straight steam. My core temperature surges, a brutal, white-hot fever spiking from the center of my gut and rushing straight into my limbs. I can't help the vibration in my body. The air in my lungs feels toxic. Sweat pours down my face, soaking the stiff linen of my collar until it clings to my skin like plastic wrap. My suppressants are f
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 85. Stay away
Neylan Fuck! I need to get Elyce away from Aurel right now. I know this bitch too well. This isn't some professional corporate talk. She has something up her fucking sleeves, and that small, sharp smirk on her face proves it. The three of us are just standing here in the middle of the crowded ballroom. To the billionaires and board members drinking champagne around us, we probably look like high-profile players discussing some stupid hockey sponsorship deal. But up close, the vibe is pure trash. My fingers are locked like iron around Elyce’s wrist. I don't fucking get it, but there's an aggressive thug in my chest that makes me want to grab Aurel and run the hell out of this place with him. Every bone in my body is hitting red alert. I just need to get her out of his space. Right behind me, Aurel is breathing hard. His broad shoulders are shaking under his suit jacket. His scent is glitching out crazy, did he even take his suppressant? It’s a messy, broken signal, but I can pi
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 84. Don't Touch Him
Aurel The noise of the crowd blurs into a low hum as I grip the edge of the champagne table to keep my knees from buckling. The polished wood digs into my palms, the only thing locking me to the floorboards. Sweat slicks my neck, dripping down the inside of my stiff collar. The double dose of meds from earlier isn't doing shit anymore. A raw, violent wave of heat hits my gut, radiating outward until my skin feels like it’s bubbling under my suit. It’s a heat spike. A full, stress-induced breakdown of my blockers. "Get a grip," I mutter, my chest heaving as I stare down at the rows of crystal glasses. The bubbles in the champagne spin, turning into blurry streaks of gold light. "You look like you need a drink, Mr. Laurentis." The smooth, quiet voice cuts right through my panic. I freeze, my fingers locking onto the edge of the table. Elyce steps into my line of sight, a cold, crystal glass of water extended toward my hand. She doesn't wait for me to take it. She slides righ
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 83. Lost Gaze
Neylan The flashbulbs of the paparazzi are blinding, but my eyes are perfectly adjusted to find the one man who shouldn't be here. I stand on the black carpet, my arm locked around Elyce’s waist. The fabric of her silk dress feels slick under my palm, greedily reminding of this fucking cage I’m stuck in. Every time a lens clicks, she shifts her weight, flashing a perfect, practiced smile for the reporters crowding the velvet ropes. I keep my jaw set with my entire face a mask of wealthy indifference, doing the exact job my old man paid for. "Smile, Neylan," Elyce murmurs through her teeth, her lips barely moving as she waves at a camera crew from the sports network. "The board members from the merger are standing right by the entrance. Don't look like you're attending a funeral." "Fuck the board," I mutter back, my grip tightening on her hip just enough to make her smile falter for a second. My father’s booming laugh rings out over the chatter of the crowd. He’s standing w
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 82. Cycle up
AurelNow I have to appear in that gala and suddenly my cycle is acting up?Such fucking luck!The suppressant pills dissolve bitter on my tongue, leaving a chemical burn down my throat. I spit into the sink, rinsing my mouth out with cold tap water, but the internal heat in my chest refuses to cool down. It bakes me from the inside out, a low, pulsing fever vibrating right under my ribs.I slam the medicine cabinet shut. The mirror rattles.My reflection looks like trash. My skin is too pale, my eyes bloodshot, and the sweat on my forehead has nothing to do with the morning skate. My cycle is throwing my entire system into chaos, glitching hard after weeks without Neylan’s calming scent. My body is literally starving for it, treating his absence like a physical withdrawal."Fucking pull it together, Aurel" I mutter to myself, gripping the edge of the marble counter.I reach into my gym bag on the floor, dragging out a f
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 73. Games
ElyceThe engine of my sedan idles silently under the shade of a tree across the street. My fingers grip the leather steering wheel hard, my nails digging into the material until my palms ache. I do not take my eyes off the concrete entrance of the brick apartment building for a single second. Dom
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 3. Symptoms
Aurel “Laurentis pull yourself together and get back in the game.” Coach Jace shouts from the rink. But my head feels too light, like I might just drop if I stay out there any longer. The smell of Alphas around me is ruining my stomach. I swallow hard, but it doesn’t help. “Shit…” I mutter und
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 2. I want her
NeylanFuck! Her body is burning, mirroring the heat raging through mine.The more she presses her concealed ass against my dick, the more her pheromones choke the air, wrapping around my senses until I don't know where my rut starts and her heat does.Fuck, she must have gone into heat triggered b
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 1. Choking on his scent
AurelAs the only Omega in an all-Alpha hockey team, the best thing to do is keep my shit together around the others.But I got lucky, I presented as a recessive. Still pathetic for a man, considering you don’t always find a male Omega, let alone a recessive one.Well, I don’t give a rat’s ass abou
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