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S1

"You're late."Mariana didn't look up from her third espresso. She didn't have to. The scent of rain and damp fur followed me into Sol y Sombra Café like a curse."The Alpha's assistant wouldn't stop howling about deadlines." I pulled out a chair, the wood scraping against the tile. "He wants the new scouting reports for the Miami Ice Dome by Monday. Apparently, the northern packs are sending their best Enforcers for the tryouts."Mariana finally looked at me, her eyes tracking the way my damp shirt clung to my shoulders. "You look like a drowned rat, Val. And you’re vibrating. Sit. Breathe."I didn't sit. My heart slammed against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with the tropical storm brewing over the Bayside Bight. I’d just committed to the one thing I swore I’d never touch again."I told him I’d do it," I muttered, my voice rough. "The hockey profile. The full deep-dive on the lunar-cycle training shifts."Mariana’s brow arched. "You hate the Ice Dome. You haven't

S2

"Are you actually telling me Finn Reyes is the best we can do?"I slammed my mug onto the scratched wooden table of the Sol y Sombra Café. Hot oat milk splashed over the rim, scalding my thumb. I didn't flinch."He’s the Captain of the Miami Ice Dome, Val. His jersey is the only one the local fans actually buy." Mariana didn't look up from her phone. Her thumb swiped aggressively. "The guy is a force of nature. A magnetic disaster. You need to write about the 'Primal Ice' phenomenon, and he is the phenomenon.""He’s a territorial prick who used to call me 'Little Beta' when we were pups." I wiped the spill with a rough napkin. "He's not a mentor. He's a headache with a six-pack.""He's been sidelined for a month with that orbital fracture from the Ryan Brooks hit." Mariana finally looked at me, her dark eyes sharp. "He’s rotting in that Oceanfront Villa. He’s bored, he’s restless, and he’s the only wolf who can explain the new power-play shifts without making you read a dry manual. Ju

S3

"Kiss me?"Val’s coffee nearly hit the floor. He gripped the mug until his knuckles turned white. Across the table, Mariana didn't even flinch. She just kept scrolling."You're obsessed with Finn Reyes," Mariana said. Her voice was flat. Final. "It’s been years since the injury. You’re acting like a pup who lost his tail.""He called me 'Bayside Beta' for a decade, Mariana. He’s a territorial prick." I set the mug down. Hard. "He’s a star. I’m a ghostwriter for a sports rag. We don’t exactly share a frequency.""He’s been out for a month. Head injury." Mariana finally looked up, her eyes sharp as glass. "The Miami Ice Dome is making it to the finals. He’s watching every tape, every play. He’s bored. You need a lead. Ask him to talk you through the shift-slang.""I’d rather chew silver.""You like your condo? You like eating?" Mariana stood up. Grabbed her keys. "He’s at the Reyes Oceanfront Villa. I’m driving.""Mariana—""Get in the car, Val."The drive was silent. The Miami heat pre

S4

"Stop pacing before you wear a hole in the floor."Mariana didn't even look up from her phone. She was sprawled on my sofa in Valentina’s Bayside Condo, oblivious to the fact that my skin was crawling."He’s a territorial, ego-driven animal," I barked. My boots thudded against the hardwood. "He actually stood there, dripping wet, and told me he gets to kiss me whenever he wants. Like I’m some Omega looking for a handout.""And yet," Mariana slid her gaze toward me, "you didn't punch him. You didn't even shift. Why is that, Val?""Because I need the damn story!" I slammed my fist against the wall. "My bank account is a ghost town. The Bayside Market doesn't take 'pride' as a currency.""Is that the only reason?" She arched a perfectly groomed brow. "Or is it because Finn Reyes looks like he was carved out of a mountain and you’ve been staring at his highlights since you were twelve?""He’s my brother’s best friend. It’s practically incestuous.""He's a werewolf, Val. Not your cousin."

S5

"You're late," Finn rumbles.He’s leaning against the stone pillar of the Reyes Oceanfront Villa, his massive frame eating up the doorway. He’s tossed a thin t-shirt over his shoulders, but it’s not doing a damn thing to hide the way his chest tapers into those low-slung jeans. The gold in his eyes catches the porch light, tracking me as I kill the engine of his black Mustang."Traffic," I snap. I hop out, my boots crunching on the gravel. I can still taste the raw garlic on my tongue—a frantic, stinking shield against the deal he made. "And your muffler is loud enough to wake the dead. I’m surprised the neighbors haven't called the Enforcers."Finn's grin is slow. Predatory. "I heard you coming from three miles away, Cruz. It wasn't the car. It was your heartbeat."I stiffen. "We have a game to watch. The Blue Ridge Blue Mountains clash is in forty minutes.""I was going to order pizza," he says, stepping back to let me pass. The scent of him—cold iron and ozone—swamps my senses. I t

S6

I need to taste him. I need it so violently it makes my teeth ache, but Val’s eyes are wide, his pulse thrumming visibly in the hollow of his throat. He’s vibrating with a quiet panic, every corded muscle in his neck pulled taut.Hell, if he still despises me—if he doesn’t want this—there’s no way I’m forcing it. I’m an apex predator, not a monster.For a full day, ever since he stepped onto my deck, all I’ve pictured is his mouth. How those lips would feel crushed against mine. He’s devastating. Standing there in those low-slung work pants and a shirt that clings to his chest, it took everything in me not to pin him against the marble and take what I wanted. But while I’m a high-penalty bastard on the ice, this is Val Cruz. Soft strength. Quiet fire. My best friend's brother. I won’t touch him unless he’s begging for it.I pull my hand back from his spine, shifting an inch away. “If you aren’t down for this—”“I didn't say that,” Val snaps. He flicks his tongue over his lower lip, da

S7

"Sit down, Reyes," Val Cruz commanded, dropping his tablet as the Miami Ice Dome broadcast flickered to black.Finn Reyes was pacing the villa kitchen like a caged predator, his knuckles white as he scrubbed his jaw. His golden eyes, usually sharp with a magnetic arrogance, were narrowed into dangerous slits. The overhead lights caught the jagged silver of the scar tracing his cheekbone—a souvenir from a high-speed collision on the ice. He looked less like a hockey star and more like a wolf ready to snap."You’re redlining," Val said, his voice a low, grounded fire. "Your heart rate is high enough to trigger a shift. Quit obsessing over the Icemen."Finn's boots crunched against the tile as he pivoted. "Burns didn't just take me off the ice, Cruz. He took my pack's territory. If we don't make the playoffs, the Miami Ice Dome is open season for every rogue south of the Blue Ridge Mountains."Val stood. He ignored the way his own pulse jumped at the proximity. Finn was a mountain of mus

S8

The hungover webnovel writer in me is screaming, but the mortgage won't pay itself. You want grit? You want the wolf? You want the ice? You get it all. No fluff. No filler. Just raw, jagged addiction."Don't move."Finn Reyes froze. His shadows bled into the dark oak of the Reyes Villa study, his golden eyes blown wide, pupils swallowed by the amber iris. He looked like he was vibrating. Not from the cold—from the leash he was keeping on the Alpha inside him."You won't even tell me where we're going," Val Cruz snapped. He stepped back, the heels of his boots clicking against the marble. "I'm not a pup you can just lead into a trap, Finn."That slow, predatory smirk curled Finn’s mouth. It was a silent invitation. A dare. It made Val’s blood turn to liquid lead, his resolve fraying at the edges."If you're worried about the master suite, relax," Finn rumbled. "Not tonight.""I wasn't worried about that," Val lied. His throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. Finn’s brow arched. T

9

"I never told Lucas."Finn Reyes didn't look at Val. He stared through the steam of the private infinity pool, his eyes narrowing as he watched a hawk circle the distant peak of the Blue Ridge Mountains. "I promised you that night I’d keep my mouth shut. I did."Val Cruz exhaled, the tension in his shoulders finally snapping. He leaned back against the pulsating jets of the hot tub, the high-pressure water drumming against his scarred spine. "I appreciate that. Brandon Ellis ended up with a shattered jaw and a missing tooth anyway. Small miracles.""Yeah. I know."Val’s head snapped toward the Alpha. He caught the ghost of a lethal, jagged grin on Finn’s face. "Wait... that was you? You took him out?""He needed to understand the rules." Finn’s voice dropped an octave, vibrating with the low frequency of a growl. "If he ever put his claws on you again, or forced you into a corner like that, he was a dead wolf. I just gave him a preview of the funeral."Val’s heart performed a violent

10

"You're full of it, Reyes."Val stood rooted in the dim light of the Reyes Oceanfront Villa, his jaw set as he watched Finn. The Alpha snorted, a sharp, ragged sound that echoed off the high ceilings of the study."I’m a professional prick, Val. Pricks don’t land 'nice guys' like you. Besides, I’m not the settling type." Finn scrubbed a hand over his bare, corded chest. "I don't know the first thing about being a partner or a Sire. Look at the bastard who raised me. My own carrier didn't even stick around long enough to see me shift for the first time. I have the credits to track them down now, sure, but why? Why hunt for someone who didn't want me in their pack?"Finn’s eyes were hard, golden flint in the shadows. He had a motto: Freeze the heart, kill the pain."Me neither," Val stated, his voice flat.Finn blinked. The bluntness caught him off guard. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Why would you think that?"Val didn't bite. He pivoted the conversation like a pro moving th

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