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90. Butterfly
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2026-07-06 19:34:42
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KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 92. Punishment
AurelNeylan looked like he would murder someone when he left the garden without a word. That look on his face haunts me.My phone vibrates against the kitchen counter, the screen lighting up the dark room. 11:00 PM. His name flashes across the glass. I snatch it up, my thumb swiping the screen before I can think."What do you want, Neylan?" I snap, my voice cutting through the quiet house."You're a double-edged piece of shit," his voice rasps through the speaker, low and venomous. He is breathing hard. "You can't even hold it down with one man. Playing family in a garden after we fucked like mad people. Who the fuck was that?"I feel the irritation surge straight to my head… what the fuck is he talking about? Is he drunk? My fingers tighten around the plastic casing of my phone until it groans."Fool," I swear, the word ripping out of my throat. "You're the only one I've ever had sex with, can I even try to go close to anyone else with your damn scent bathing me?"I don't understand
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 91. He has a kid?
Neylan“What the hell is this nonsense, Corlier?”I yell into the phone, the cheap plastic casing creaking under my grip. Blood rushes straight to my ears, hot and loud. My knuckles are white. Across the console, Desmond’s jaw clenches so hard a muscle twitches under his skin. He slams his boot onto the gas pedal, the engine roaring as the car speeds off down the empty road.“Who invites people to his wedding a few hours before the event?”This mafia idiot. Seriously? Somebody actually agreed to marry that psycho? This has to be a joke.“It was decided nine hours ago,” Corlier’s voice comes through the speaker, flat and unbothered.Nine hours. Just imagine the absolute nonsense. Who sets up an entire wedding within nine hours?“Wait! Don't tell me you kidnapped a bride.”“Uhmm, not entirely wrong.”The line goes dead. I stare at the dark screen, my breath hitting the glass dashboard in short, angry puffs.Unbelievable. This guy is out of his goddamn mind.My head throbs right behind m
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 90. Butterfly
AurelSunlight cuts straight through the glass pane, hitting the hardwood floor in a sharp, bright square. Outside, the sky is clear, dead blue, without a single cloud.My knuckles twist into the silk of my tie. My fingers slip.Damn! I can't explain the joy I feel today.It is the morning of Hannah and Anthony’s ceremony. The venue is a secluded, beautiful garden estate far from the city center. I need to be present for my friends today.Anthony stands in front of the full-length mirror, his shoulders rigid under the black fabric of his wedding suit. He fumbles with his left cufflink, his thumb sliding off the silver metal twice.I step up behind him, knocking his hands out of the way. I grab the silver cufflink, forcing the small metal post straight through the stiff fabric of his sleeve."Stop moving," I grit out in a raw voice. "You’re going to tear the seams before you even walk out there."Anthony lets out a sharp laugh, his shoulders dropping an inch. "Hands are shaking. Can't
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 89. Escape
AurelA hand clamps down on my shoulder, jerking me back against the brick wall.My fingers tighten around my phone. Shoving the screen into my pocket, I twist around, digging an elbow hard toward his ribs.It is not Neylan.A stranger stands under the dim streetlamp. Tailored charcoal suit, crisp white collar, and deep red hair combed back tight. He looks like old money. "Aurel Laurentis," he says. The voice flat in the freezing air. He extends a hand, his gold watch catching the glare of the traffic lights. "Dominic Hitler. A pleasure."Hitler? What kind of fucking name is that?I don't take his hand. My arms stay pinned to my sides, my palms slick with cold sweat. My chest heaves under the stiff tuxedo fabric. The ice in my veins from the emergency injection is already starting to crack. Fuck. I can't waste any more time here. "I'm off the clock," I grit out in a raw voice, "No autographs tonight.""I'm not a fan, Mr. Laurentis," Dominic says. His hand drops back to his side, his
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 88. Caught
Aurel The master key grinds inside the lock. Fuck. I plant my feet against the tiles, throwing my shoulder against the door. My left hand grips the handle, locking my fingers down with everything I have left. The door shudders. A heavy force pushes from the other side, trying to shove it open. My throat goes dry instantly, my lungs burn as the heat spike rips through me. The door gives way. Shoving forward, my shoes slip on the slick tile. One hand forces the wood back while the other drives the injector down. The person on the other side gives another heavy push. The wood cracks against my shoulder. I can't hold him back. The door opens an inch. A broad chest forces through the gap. I drive the tube down into my thigh and hit the trigger. The needle plunges through my trousers. My scent vanished and sucked back into my pores as the blockers force my body down. The door flies open, slamming hard against the wall. I stumble backward, dropping the empty tube onto the floor. I
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 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
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 47. Pheromone exchange
AurelThe cold air hits my face the second I step fully onto the rink, and honestly, I usually love this feeling. The sound of blades cutting across ice, pucks slamming against the boards, guys yelling across the rink, Coach Picasso barking instructions from somewhere near the benches. This is nor
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