Frozen Lines
I never thought a line change could feel like a death sentence. Paired with Rhys Callahan—the golden boy of the NHL, all sunshine and easy grins—I should’ve felt lucky. But there’s something behind his smile, in the way he flinches at sudden noise, how his laughter never reaches his eyes. And me? I’m the opposite—silent, inked, dragging my ghosts through every shift. We’re fire and ice, and yet… when we’re alone on the ice, hearts pounding, breath fogging the air between us, I feel something shift. Something dangerous. This isn’t just about winning games anymore. It’s about surviving each other—and what we’re starting to feel.The ice bites under my blades as I cut hard left, lungs burning, the crowd a roar I can’t feel. I’m chasing the puck, chasing the high, chasing anything that makes me forget—until I see him. Rhys. Golden hair plastered to his forehead, grin wide after an assist, slapping palms with fans like he doesn’t wake up screaming too. Our eyes lock. For a second, the noise fades. Then he winks, and it’s back—the act, the armor, the lie we both wear.\n\nCoach benches me next to him during the timeout. Sweat drips down my temple, mixing with the cold. "You two need to sync," he growls. "Stop playing solo heroes. Talk. Connect."\n\nRhys turns, still breathing hard, and flashes that perfect smile. "So, Nova. What do you do when you’re not scowling at life?"\n\nI stare. He laughs, but his fingers tremble slightly on his stick. I notice everything about him now. Too much.\n\nMy chest tightens. This is dangerous. Because the truth? I think about him when I’m alone. Not in a bro way. Not in a friendly way. And if I say that—if I even hint at it—I lose more than a line mate. I lose control.\n\nBut then he leans closer, voice low. "You ever feel like… you’re pretending just to survive?"\n\nThe question hangs. Heavy. Real.\n\nDo I pretend too? Do I admit it? Or do I shut down, like always?
.Sehlence.
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Awakened By Fire
I didn’t know I was a myth until they came for me. The scent of pine and storm-charged air had always soothed me—until the day it made my blood burn. Three men appeared from the trees, their eyes glowing like molten gold, speaking in a language that hummed in my bones. They called me *Sorya*, their lost mate. But I’m not one of them. I’m human. At least… I thought I was. Now, something deep inside me is waking up—and it remembers them.
Caged Instincts
I don’t remember my name before this place. I only know the scent of antiseptic, the burn of silver in the air, and the silence where my memories should be. They broke us piece by piece—our strength, our pride, our will to shift. But when *he* was dragged into the cell beside mine, something primal roared back to life. A deep, ancient pull I can’t ignore. He’s a black panther like me. And somehow, impossibly… he feels like home. The humans call it a breeding program. I call it torture. But if he’s my true mate, then they’ve already lost. Because nothing destroys a caged beast faster than giving it something worth dying for.
Frozen Empire
I never meant to catch his attention. I was just following the code—a whisper in the system, a ghost in the machine. But when I found the worm buried deep in Carter Industries’ core server, it wasn’t just a security flaw. It was a key. And now Rhys Carter, the man who rules this empire like a king on ice, is staring at me like I’m the only person in the world who can thaw him. I don’t know what that means. I don’t even know how to feel desire—my mind doesn’t work that way. But something in his voice when he said my name… it made my pulse do something unfamiliar.
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