ICE- The Alpha's Unwanted OMEGA
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.
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Chapter 1
The cold wind of the Kingdom of Valeria bit through the stone walls of the Silvercrest Arena, but it was nothing compared to the chill in my veins.
Today was supposed to be the day I, Collins Parker, the fallen golden boy of the Valeria social scene, was sacrificed. There was no groom waiting for me at the end of the ice. My future husband, Ethan Carter-the most lethal Alpha to ever captain a hockey team-had been a hollow shell, trapped in a coma since his wolf was shattered in a brutal hit six months ago. The healers said his spark would flicker out by the winter solstice.
In a desperate move of lunar pack magic, Margaret Carter had arranged this union. The Carters were the apex predators of the hockey world and the wealthiest pack in Valeria, but no sane male omega or socialite would tether their soul to a dying wolf.
I stood before the locker room mirror, my frame draped in a ceremonial white fur suit. The heavy silver embroidery caught the light, highlighting my pale skin and the sharp, desperate edge in my eyes. I looked like a prize ready for slaughter.
I had twenty minutes. My thumbs blurred over my phone screen, heart hammering against my ribs.
Before the Silvercrest Alphas forced this bond, I had a lover. By a sick twist of the Moon Mother's irony, he was Ethan's own nephew, Mason Carter. We had kept our heat-cycles and our secret trysts hidden from the pack. I had begged Mason to run with me last night-to leave Valeria and the ice behind.
He never texted back.
I couldn't sit still. Grabbing my phone, I slipped out of the dressing room, my boots clicking against the concrete floor. I stopped dead outside a private box when a familiar, shrill laugh pierced the air.
It was Savannah Blake, my sister.
"I bet that idiot Collins is still waiting for you, Mason! You should go play the part of the devoted lover one last time. What if he scents the trap and bolts before the ceremony?"
"You think he has a choice now?" Mason's voice was a low growl I no longer recognized. I heard the rustle of fabric-the sound of him marking her. "Even if he tries to run, the pack guards will collar him and drag him to the center of the rink by his throat."
Savannah giggled, a sound like breaking glass. "Collins will lose his mind when he realizes you've been sharing my bed every night since Ethan fell."
A physical blow couldn't have hurt more. My wolf thrashed inside me, howling in agony. I backed away, my knuckles white as I gripped my ceremonial robes.
When my father, Andrew Parker, collapsed after our family's hockey franchise went bankrupt, my stepfather, Denise Harper, didn't hesitate. He sold me to the Carters to settle the debt, masking the betrayal as "family loyalty." But now I saw the truth: Mason, the man who promised to protect me, was just waiting for Ethan to die so he could scavenge the remains of the Silvercrest empire.
My dreams weren't just dead; they were hunted down.
As the whispers in the room grew more heated, the grief in my chest turned into a block of black ice. For years, I had endured Denise and Savannah's cruelty for the sake of my father's legacy. I had been the "good son," the "loyal mate."
No more. I was done being the prey.
The ceremony was a blur of silver and cold. I walked onto the ice of the Silvercrest Arena alone, clutching a bouquet of winter lilies. I spoke the vows to the empty air and slid the heavy platinum band onto my own finger.
The gathered Alphas and scouts looked on in confusion, whispering about the "sham marriage," but I didn't care. As of this moment, I was a Carter. I was protected by the laws of the Great Pack. I was untouchable.
That night, I was escorted to Ethan's mountain estate-a sprawling fortress of glass and stone worth over 150 million credits. Before I could even scent the perimeter, the head housekeeper, Patricia Bennett, shoved me into the master suite.
My breath hitched. Ethan Carter lay on a massive furs-covered bed. Even in his shattered state, he radiated power. His features were carved from granite, his jawline sharp enough to draw blood. His skin was deathly pale from the long hibernation, but his beauty was terrifying.
If he were awake, a high-ranking Alpha like him wouldn't have looked twice at a disgraced socialite like me. Before the accident, he was the King of the Ice, the head of Silvercrest Holdings, a man rumored to be as ruthless in the boardroom as he was in the rink. They said he had ties to the darkest corners of Valeria-that he broke anyone who challenged his authority.
The heavy oak door creaked open.
"I'm so sorry, Collins! The pack meetings ran late, I only just got away to see you," Mason said, stepping into the room with a mask of fake concern.
"I just bonded with your Alpha Uncle," I snapped, my voice cutting through the air like a skate blade. "Address me with the respect my rank deserves."
Mason blinked, startled. "I know you're hurting. I didn't run with you because I wanted to secure our future. Ethan is a corpse in a suit. You won't have to lift a finger. Once he passes, Attorney Lucas Grant will ensure the entire Silvercrest estate falls to you-and then, it belongs to us."
He reached out to grab my hands, his scent cloying and dishonest. "Everything he built will be ours, Collins."
I looked at his hands and felt a wave of pure nausea. "Get your filth off me!" I roared, shoving him back.
Mason gasped. This wasn't the submissive Collins he knew. He moved to grab me again, to force an explanation, but then his face went ghostly white. His eyes fixed on something over my shoulder, his jaw dropping in sheer terror.
"He... he's..." Mason stammered, stumbling backward.
I spun around. On the bed, the "dead" Alpha's fingers twitched against the silk sheets. Slowly, with the weight of a mountain moving, Ethan Carter opened his eyes-and they were glowing a lethal, predatory gold.
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9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
8.7
For eighteen years, I lived as the lowest Omega in the Silver Moon Pack, surviving only because Alpha Gideon took me under his wing.
But the moment his coffin was lowered into the ground, his wife and the new Alpha son immediately turned on me.
"Her presence has brought a curse upon us!"
Luna Lyra pointed a trembling finger at me in the freezing rain, blaming me for Gideon's sudden death.
She stripped me of my pack ties and permanently exiled me into the deadly wilderness with nothing but a wooden toy.
The entire pack watched with cold contempt as I was thrown out like garbage.
To make matters worse, the new Alpha later hunted me down in the woods, threatening to kill me just to steal the only thing Gideon had secretly left behind for me—an ancient, unreadable book.
I didn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or what terrifying secret this blank book held that made my own pack want me dead.
But the moment my foot crossed the pack boundary, an ancient, immense power I never knew I had snapped free inside my veins.
I was no longer their weak Omega.
And when I escaped deeper into the forest and crashed straight into the arms of a wounded Rogue, my destiny completely rewrote itself.
Because he wasn't just a Rogue, but the legendary Northern Alpha King.
And as his glowing golden eyes locked onto mine, our inner wolves roared the exact same word:
"Mate!"
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.8
I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast.
But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait.
The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall.
She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure.
My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy.
"You are the disgrace that will end this family."
She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions.
I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life?
But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me.
"To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep."
That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy me—she was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.
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.
8.3
For three years, I was the lowest Omega in the Blackwood Pack, hopelessly devoted to my Fated Mate, Alpha Kaelen.
But when I was mauled by rogues and bleeding out in the freezing forest, I desperately begged him for help through our mate link. He crushed his wolf’s instincts to save me and sent back a chilling thought before severing our connection completely.
"She is a mistake. Silence."
He didn't just leave me to die. The next morning, he dragged me before the entire pack, publicly rejected me, and let his people strip me of my clothes and dignity. They threw me out of the territory with nothing but a scratchy burlap sack, expecting the deadly wilderness to claim my life by nightfall.
I thought my life was over, until I stumbled upon a hidden sanctuary in the woods and uncovered a horrific truth. I wasn't just a worthless Omega. I was the last surviving Matron Luna of the legendary Mooncrest Pack—a powerful pack that Kaelen's own father had brutally massacred decades ago out of pure jealousy.
He thought he had discarded a piece of trash, entirely unaware of the blood feud between our families. He didn't know he had just set me free.
Now, with my ancient powers awakening and my lost people gathering by my side, I am going to make the Alpha who threw me away pay for every drop of blood his family spilled.