Heartbreak On Ice
Reyna has one mission... And it is definitely not falling for the guy who ruined her best friend's life.
Reyna Davidson is twenty and torn when her best friend, Varna Soni's heart gets broken by Grentwood's hockey-star-playboy, Evander Gabriel.
His betrayal sparks a chain effect, driving Varna into drugs, and eventually, psychiatric hospitalization.
Reyna, overtaken by grief and anger, sets her vengeful eyes on Evander.
She transfers to Grentwood College, armed with one mission: Get close, make him fall, then crush his heart until it bleeds and he feels the pain Varna felt.
But things take a dark turn when she starts to see cracks beneath Evander's perfect playboy mask.
And she becomes the target of a psychopathic girl who is obsessed with him.
With growing feelings, a mentally ill best friend, and the psychopath, Reyna is about to discover that there is more to her mission... than revenge.
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Chapter 6
EVANDER
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I'M RUNNING like the devil is chasing me with a raging chainsaw.
My chest is on fire, each panting breath carving me open from the inside, but I don't stop. I can't.
Reyna didn't hang up. She thought she did, but I heard it. The scuffle. The scrape of metal. Her muffled voice fighting to break free.
And worse... Nadine's voice.
The obsessed Nadine. The reason I kissed her in the dormitory hallway.
I should've stayed calm and thought ahead like I always do. But the second I heard Reyna's chokes, my mind broke.
I didn't think. I didn't calculate. I slammed on the live call location tracker, snapped at the 911 operator, and bolted.
Now the world is a blur of trees and shadows in the moonlight.
My feet pound dirt, my lungs burn, and sweat falls into my eyes.
Fuuuuck!
The phone in my pocket keeps rattling with the 911 operator's voice, but all I hear are Reyna's muffled cry, the scrape of metal, and Nadine's voice, venomous and raw.
Run faster, Evander! Dammit!
I crash into the clearing... And freeze.
The trees open up, the moon painting everything in cold silver rays.
My heart slams hard into my chest when I see her.
Reyna's on the floor, a heavy metal chain wrapped around her throat, her limbs writhing desperately, her fingers clawing uselessly at the links.
Her face is blotched red and swollen, veins straining against it, as her mouth jerks open then shut in desperate gasps that are more choking than breathing.
Nadine lies on top of Reyna, straddling her with wild eyes. The girl's teeth are bared like a wild wolf's fangs, and her grip on the chain is sickeningly tight.
"Nadine! Stop!" The words rip out of me, my voice cracking in a way I've never heard before.
Nadine jerks her head toward me, her matted, sweaty blonde hair flying all over her face.
When her green eyes meet mine...
A smile spreads slowly across her lips.
~~~
"You never looked at me like that!" She screams, yanking harder and causing Reyna to choke out a sound that isn't even human.
"She ruined everyth-"
Cutting her off, I lunge, reflexes sharpened by years of hockey.
Our bodies erupt into shouts, adrenaline, and chaos.
Nadine struggles against me, pulling the chain harder.
Reyna's body jerks, her eyes rolling back.
The sound of metal on flesh and Reyna's strangled gasp tear through me.
I catch a part of the chain, the cold metal slicing into my palm painfully, causing an injury. But pain doesn't matter.
Then I twist and torque, trying to rip it out of Nadine's grip.
She shrieks and uses one hand to claw at me. Her nails rake down my cheeks. She spits in my face.
"She ruined everything!" she screeches. "She's stealing what's mine! What should be mine!"
I rake my shoulder forward, make her overextend, then torque the chain the other way-bait and counter, the same move I use on ice.
Then I give it a hard twist, finally managing to wrench the chain free.
Quickly, I slam my shoulder into her.
We crash to the ground, rolling in dirt and dead leaves. Her fists flail, wild but sloppy.
Hockey taught me balance, and chess taught me focus under pressure.
I twist her wrists, pinning them above her head, my weight crushing into her.
She bucks, hisses, and spits curses, but I don't budge. My chest heaves, fury and panic colliding until my hands tremble.
"Evander!" Her voice is raw and scraping against her throat. Her eyes glisten with tears.
"Look at me! Why don't you ever fucking look at me the way you look at her?!"
Her words, her tears mean nothing. Reyna's silence behind me means everything.
I press into Nadine, every muscle inside me burning until finally-finally-her body goes slack and limp beneath me.
With a heaving chest, I shove her away, scrambling upright.
I turn-
Reyna isn't moving.
Her eyes are closed as unconscious tears run down her cheeks. Her body is limp and crumpled.
Her throat is red and jagged with chain marks.
But... she isn't moving.
~~~
"No. No, no, no-"
I'm at her side in seconds. My voice cracks as I drop to my knees.
My hands shake when I touch her cheek. It's too cold.
I slide an arm under her back, lifting her to me, her head lolling against my chest.
"Reyna. Stay with me. Please." My throat feels like it's caving in. I can't hear myself over the blood roaring in my ears.
Pulse, Evander. Quick! Check her pulse.
I press two trembling fingers to her neck.
It's... there.
Weak. Faint. But there.
Relief slams into me so hard I nearly collapse.
"You're okay. You're okay, love." The words tumble out, broken, useless.
My hoodie strings dig into my chin as I bend over her, rocking her against me. "I've got you. You're safe. I swear it."
The phone's still open. My voice shakes as I shout to the 911 operator, "She's not breathing right! Hurry, damn it! She needs help now!"
Sirens cut through the night, growing louder, a cruel reminder that help is close but not close enough.
Campus security storms the clearing, dragging Nadine away in cuffs.
But all I see is Reyna's slack face against my chest.
Paramedics rush in. I don't let go until one kneels beside us and gently pries her from my arms.
My hand refuses to release hers, even as they check her throat, their gloves pressing over the angry red marks from the chain.
One medic frowns, glances at his partner, then lowers his voice.
But I hear it.
"Her trachea and larynx took a lot of trauma. Might be damaged. If the swelling doesn't clear... she could lose her voice permanently."
The words gut me. My eyes bulge, and I feel my chin tremble.
For the first time in years, I can't calculate a way out. I can't plan for this, against this.
I just kneel here, staring at her, her lashes resting against pale cheeks, tears streaking down them, her chest barely moving with faint breaths.
My sister's lullaby plays in my head. But not sweetly. Cold and ominous.
Terror and fear fill my heart.
Terror of a future where her voice-her teasing, her sharp comebacks, the sound of her saying my name-might be gone forever.
...All because of me.
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It is not like she is not satisfied. She is just tired of being submissive. She hates it and her wolf feels it even worse than she does, on the verge of taking over most of the time to show the Alpha they are equals. But they both know no one will understand even him. He has rejected her once. Why give him a reason to do it again? The pack has firm beliefs and a woman being an Alpha's equal is frowned upon. So, she is stuck being submissive no matter what.
They also do not believe in a two-way mating since it has never been heard of. But what happens when the mated Luna out in her adventure encounters her mate? And what will she tell her Alpha and her pack members?
7.1
The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch.
Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body.
My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining.
I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening.
When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near.
He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach.
But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go.
Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.
7.6
I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic.
The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn.
Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me.
"I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret.
He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path.
Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse.
I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking.
What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K.
Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.
7.2
I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber.
Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle.
To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl.
Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness.
But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure.
When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral.
He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me.
He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed.
"I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again."
He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me.
I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed.
I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result.
But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded.
The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes.
My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.
8.0
The moon chooses a mate for its immortal king every century-and Arielle was never supposed to be the one.
A low-ranked wolf with no power, no status, her quiet life shatters the night an ancient mate bond awakens, pulling the ruthless Moon King straight to her doorstep. Bound by a fate neither can break, she's dragged into his world of blood-soaked laws, buried secrets, and an Alpha who believes destiny gives him the right to own her.
But Arielle is no prize-and the Moon King is about to learn that controlling her is easy... trusting her, and craving her, is not.
As enemies close in and the moon demands its price, desire turns lethal. Survival means surrendering to a love neither planned for-one that could rewrite their fated bond entirely.
Because the moon never makes mistakes... or does it?
7.0
Kael Draven died in the most humiliating way possible.
Run over... while trying to save a piece of fried chicken.
But death was not the end.
When he opens his eyes, Kael finds himself reborn in a world of magic, monsters, and powerful mages. There is only one problem.
He is the weakest mage in the academy.
No talent. No skills. No magic that actually works.
But just when everything seems hopeless, Kael discovers something strange.
His luck... is completely broken.
Spells miss him by accident. Enemies defeat themselves. Disasters turn into miracles. Every mistake somehow becomes a perfect victory.
People start to notice.
A genius. A hidden master. A terrifying prodigy.
The more Kael tries to explain, the worse the misunderstandings become.
"I tripped," Kael insists.
"They call it flawless execution."
As rumors spread and powerful enemies begin to watch him, Kael is pulled into conflicts far beyond his understanding. From academy duels to world-shaking wars, his so-called "luck" begins to reveal something far more dangerous.
Because this power is not random.
And Kael might not be its first owner.
Now hunted by those who fear him, trusted by those who believe in him, and followed by a mysterious silver-haired mage who refuses to look away...
Kael must survive a world that thinks he is a genius.
Even if he knows the truth.
"I am not strong," Kael says.
The world disagrees.