All Chapters of ICE: THE OMEGA'S REVENGE SHIFT BOOK 3: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MIKE POV"Your internal processor needs to immediately drop that unrealistic fantasy line, Collins," I say, shifting my heavy weight on the timber bench and looking straight into his eyes. "No matter what specific destination Ada Lube is targeting for his corporate business trip today, his transport is mathematically never landing at the Skydrivee Academy sector you are flying toward. His character runs as a completely proud, highly pretentious alpha asset on the ice circuit. What exact reason makes your brain believe his mouth would ever be willing to stand up and share his personal successful hockey tactics with ordinary civilian wolves? If your fingers execute a digital network search right now, your eyes will log that his face has hardly ever granted a single personal interview to the press, and with his core personality tracking as quiet as solid gold, do your thoughts honestly calculate that his system can stand on a public podium and deliver lectures to a crowd?"Collins blushe

The vice president texts back instantly: [Your skates would have completely refused to go to the mountain if my tongue told your office about his reservation. My ledger expended forty-five thousand expensive pack tokens on that registration slot. My office couldn't just let that massive volume of resources go to absolute waste in the slush.]Collins: [Can my hand simply wire the forty-five thousand tokens straight back to your bank ledger so my transport can vacate this mountain tomorrow morning?]The vice president: [Huh? Does your spirit truly hold that much desire to avoid seeing his face? Or is his alpha status giving your frame a really hard time on the ice? March your boots right back to the valley if it really brings that much distress for your system to stay up there! Your office holds zero requirement to pay my ledger back a single token. My spirit feels so incredibly sorry for this mess!]My internal wolf gradually grows much calmer after my eyes scan the vice president’s te

"This layout does not track as a dream file, Collins! Refrain from dropping tears over his name! That absolute piece of scumbag trash isn't worth a single ounce of your energy!"Jess's brain scrambles to manufacture a list of strategic ideas while her mouth continues to offer soft comfort to my crying wolf."My head is throbbing with a severe headache, Jess... Let’s launch our tongues into a chat during a later watch," I sob softly, and then my finger taps the red button to hang up the line.A long block of silent time ticks away on the clock before the loud doorbell chime to my bedroom suddenly rings through the quiet space.My ears capture the sharp audio, but my limbs do not feel a single ounce of desire to open the door, nor does my mind want to identify what specific asset is standing on the other side of the threshold.My internal core feels completely hollow and void of life.It feels exactly as if my vessel is floating helplessly on the freezing surface of a vast mountain lake

COLLINS PARKER POV"What is this woman doing inside my private bedroom space?!" my brain screams in absolute panic. My internal wolf feels exactly as if my skin just got zapped by a huge, hot electric current, and my mind wakes up completely from its groggy state.My body instantly sits up straight on the mattress, and my eyes stare in total shock at Ada Lube.Ada is standing right there by the edge of the bed with a smoking cigarette clamped between his thick fingers, while his other heavy alpha arm is wrapped tightly around that sleek woman's waist.The pair of them stand together by my mattress and gaze down at my face exactly as if my vessel tracks as a funny little monkey inside a local zoo cage."Didn't your tongue declare that your boots were vacating this mountain peak today, Collins?" Ada says in a freezing, cold tone as his mouth exhales a faint gray ring of smoke into the bedroom air. "Hurry your skates up, pack your gear bags, and get out of here!""What the absolute hell

COLLINS PARKER POV"Ugh, my skull is throbbing with a massive headache. My mind holds absolute zero clues on how to drop this relationship update onto our little cubs the exact second our boots hit the home den."My face rests quietly against Ada Lube’s broad shoulder inside the front seat of the vehicle."Little Isabella shouldn't present any real tactical issue for our pack bond. Her internal wolf has always favored your alpha presence on the ice circuit. Little Mason, on the other hand...""My own processor fails to calculate a proper strategic move for that situation either. My pride can easily swallow its own words and make direct peace with your vessel after my temper makes your spirit mad, but Mason's internal wolf despises my reputation far too much on the ice," Ada says, his grip on the steering wheel tightening."Your station is simply reaping the exact seeds your claws sowed in the past."A long block of thick silence fills the front cabin before his deep voice speaks again