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I hate hockey. Unfortunately, hockey is my family’s religion—and my hometown’s entire personality. When my older brother calls and says the Rinkrats are about to be sold, I should hang up. I escaped this town, this team, and my “perfect omega daughter” role years ago. Instead, I get on a plane. Now I’m back in Puckridge, population: hockey, gossip, and bad decisions. My brother’s coaching the failing team. My ex—the one who chose the sport over me—is the captain trying to hold the locker room together with duct tape and rage. And the franchise? One bad season away from ...

I check packs in. I schedule heats. I’m not supposed to be on the guest list. At Naughty Knots, omegas are meant to be guests, not staff. The retreat likes its employees safely neutral: betas at the front desk, betas in counseling, alpha security on strict suppressants. I’m the exception that proves the rule—a quiet little omega on mandatory blockers, tucked behind the reception desk with a polite smile. My job is simple: Greet the arriving packs. Check them into their luxury suites. Keep my scent under control and my hands to myself. Then they walk in. Five alphas on a 25-day pack ...

I’m dressed for my engagement party when my fiancé takes a bullet… in the head. One second, I’m the dutiful omega daughter on my father’s arm—perfect dress, perfect smile, promised since childhood to the golden heir of a brutal gang. The next, a sniper’s bullet tears through my “future,” and the hockey arena turns into a war zone. Glass shatters. People scream. My father’s soldiers open fire into the crowd. And I freeze with my fiancé’s blood on my hands… until a stranger in skates vaults the boards and grabs me. He’s the home team captain, all muscle and fury, ...

The first shot goes off while I’m still taping ankles behind the bench. Ten minutes later, I’m hiding in the home locker room with five armed alphas, gunfire echoing through the concrete, and my heat tearing through every lie I’ve ever told. Everyone at the arena thinks I’m just the bench medic. Little beta, useful hands, no trouble. They don’t know I’m an omega. They don’t know my father runs half the guns in this city. They don’t know tonight’s sold-out rivalry game is also a cover for a cash-and-weapons exchange under the stands. When the lights flicker and the first ...

I’m a mafia princess. The arena darling. One omega who was never supposed to belong to anyone but a stranger in a tailored suit. And then my heat hits in the middle of a sold-out hockey game. One minute the crowd is screaming for their hometown heroes. The next, five alphas on the ice smell me—and the entire team falls apart. The captain misses an easy play, eyes locked on the glass where I’m pressed. The enforcer levels the wrong man just to get between me and the boards. The star center fumbles a puck he could handle in his sleep. The Russian import hits the wall so hard the arena ...

Twenty-five alphas. Twenty-five days. One “broken” omega the algorithm swears it can fix. Everyone says my biology is defective. My heats are late or not at all. My scent doesn’t hit alphas the way it should. The one time I almost bonded, he walked away before the bite sank in. So when Naughty Knots offers me a sponsored spot in their Fated Mate Matches pilot, I sign up. It’s supposed to be simple: 1. Spend twenty-five days in their remote mountain facility. 2. Meet twenty-five carefully vetted alphas in a series of scent trials, compatibility modules, and controlled heat support. 3...

Three omegas. One luxury retreat. Twenty-five days snowed in with fated alphas who were never supposed to be ours. When my best friends click “confirm booking” on the Naughty Knots Omega Experience, I think it’s a joke. Twenty-five days at a private mountain retreat. Twenty-five hand-picked alphas to “sample” in scent bars, kink tasters, and heat-safe suites. One over-the-top girls’ trip before we go back to our real lives. We make our rules on the shuttle ride up: No falling in love. No permanent bonds. No fighting over the same alpha. Then the storm rolls in. The road washes ...

Saving the team was the easy part. Apparently, the hard part is waking up every day in a house full of hockey players I’m technically mated to… and pretending this is just a temporary arrangement. The pack-bond changed everything. On the ice, the Rinkrats are lethal—clean passes, impossible plays, the kind of chemistry that makes commentators talk about “magic” and “miracles.” Off the ice, it’s chaos. My ex-captain still doesn’t trust that I’m here for him and not just the franchise. The rookie winger thinks “pack” means “permission to follow me everywhere like a ...

The joke used to be that I hated hockey. Now my entire life revolves around a rink, a town, and a pack of stubborn, infuriating men who would wreck themselves for me—and for each other. The league loves a miracle story, and the Rinkrats are the miracle of the year. A once-dead team surging toward the championship, a tiny town rallying behind them, a coach’s little sister who just happens to be everywhere at once. What the cameras don’t show is the rest of it. The quiet way my brother stares at the ice like if they lose, it’ll kill him. The contracts on the table that say we can keep...

Snowed in. Sabotaged ice. Four men who won’t let her face it alone. When a lab mishap and a blizzard strand chemistry TA Maelle Quill at Wintercrest’s Frostline Arena, she doesn’t expect to uncover tampered safety logs—or to be folded into the Blades’ inner circle by a captain who plans ahead, a trainer with steady hands, a golden-retriever equipment manager, and a quiet goalie who watches the rink like the weather. With Founders’ Cup on the line, a donor-house stunt turns dangerous. Eclipse House politics, press storms, and a campus that likes its secrets force Maelle and her ...

One blizzard that shuts the whole town down. Four hockey gods who won’t leave me alone. And a heat I can’t hide anymore… I keep the Old Mill Icehouse running—fresh ice, warm lights, no drama. Then the boiler dies mid-storm and we’re snowed in. Me, a rising heat I’ve kept under wraps, and the four men who skate this town into a frenzy. The captain locks the doors and says we’re not going anywhere. The goalie’s calm hands steady my breathing. The enforcer stands guard like a wall. The team physio asks the right questions—short, careful, necessary. I answer yes. And then ...

Three men. One bar on the brink. A holiday week that changes everything. Roxy Vale keeps The Penalty Box alive with grit, lists, and late nights. She doesn’t do packs. She does payroll, kegs, and “keeping things running”—until anonymous complaints and a crooked county fixer target her license the week before Christmas. When sabotage hits in the shadows, help arrives where it has always stood: Aiden, her patient, steady door man; Nick, the brewer with calm hands and a plan; and Luca, the contractor who always fixes one more thing after close. Under twinkle lights and falling snow, ...

Four men from the toughest units in the armed services. One Omega they’ll burn a country down to protect. When Lisa Navarro, a disgraced CIA encryption engineer, is yanked out of hiding and thrown back into the field, she expects a quick smash-and-grab on a jungle compound. What she gets is a cartel running her stolen code, a traitor in a suit pulling the strings, and a four-man strike team who move like a unit and watch her like a promise: Jado “Panther” Okoye—Ex‑Delta team lead with calm command and unfinished business. Renault “Boom” Talbot—SAS breacher with careful hands...

One blizzard that buries Puckridge in white. Three men who won’t let me carry it alone. And a Thanksgiving I never saw coming… I keep the Puckridge Public Library running—warm lights, cocoa station, no panic. Then the boiler coughs mid-storm and we’re snowed in. Me, a heat I’ve managed for years, and the three men who turn chaos into calm. The coach shovels the snow drift and takes the door watch. The fire inspector cracks windows and keeps us breathing. The equipment manager turns cots and blankets into comfort. I answer yes. And then everything gets warm, fast. Meet the trouble:...

One campus scandal. Four men who close ranks. And one omega who decides what the headline says. When a doctored still and a whisper campaign torch Wintercrest University’s hockey program, PR intern Seren Vyne reaches for the only trope that can starve a rumor mill—fake dating. Except her decoy isn’t one man. It’s four. Stone: the defenseman who stands where she puts him. Osric: the Glass cadet with bodyguard calm. Holt: the strength-coach grad who makes safety feel like heat. Dax: the Ink liaison who wields commas like knives. Together they’re a wall… and a temptation. Between a...

I was hired to keep their bodies on the ice—not to become a headline. When a blackmailer targets my secret and my first heat hits on the road, three very different Alphas fall in behind my rules. I’m Sloane Hale—omega, assistant athletic trainer for the Harbor City Harriers, and very tired of men thinking biology is policy. A burner account threatens to out me right before playoffs. The league wants me invisible. The press wants a scandal. My body wants… inconvenient things. So I do what I’m good at: I write the Rulebook. Short consent calls. Color codes. My terms. My pace. Sign ...

Four operatives. One omega who refuses to be prey. An enemy that doesn’t back down. Encryption specialist Lisa Navarro has escaped with her pack to Europe. They are the only people she can trust—the pack of elite operators who were slated to die with her for a corrupt senator’s lie. When they discover they’re being hunted, they must trek across Europe to stay safe. Together, they build an evolving cover story that can survive customs and cameras: an art dealer in Milan, tourists in Prague, ghosts in Berlin, and a graduate student in Amsterdam. One problem—Lisa’s heats won’t ...

I’m not a leash. I’m a woman with a camera and a cause. One more exam. One more exposé. That’s all I planned before graduation. Then the House I’m dismantling answers with threats, and four very different men answer with us. Ares holds the blue line on and off the ice—quiet, unshakeable, mine when I tell him to be. Soren makes stars appear on screens and steadies my pulse with a single word. Merrit carries blankets, bandages, and burdens without asking for credit. And Riven? He reads names into microphones like miracles and makes me brave enough to stand there. Between snow-...

Four alphas. One omega. Zero more games. Now we get to choose what comes next… together. They called us a “capability.” We called it a family. After dismantling a corrupt network and defending our home against a siege, I’m done running. We negotiated peace on our terms. We built a Sanctuary. Off‑grid, defended, and ours. Now my pack leads with steady hands and quiet strength: a stoic ex‑Delta captain, a gentle medic, a wicked‑smart recon ghost, and a dry‑witted demolitions-expert-turned-builder who can turn a mountain into a safe house. We make new rules: consent first, ...

They wanted a distraction. We built direction. A doctored video. A "routine" inspection. A burner account with teeth. When a donor cell weaponizes gossip to muzzle Wintercrest’s hockey program, Eclipse House answers with strategy: Glass handles access, Ice holds the line, Ink flips the optics—and one scholarship omega decides who gets a say. Photographer Kestrel Noor becomes the pressure point no one expected, guarded by a captain who commands quiet, a goalie who turns fear into ritual, an enforcer who teaches, and an analyst who makes noise behave. As Rush Masquerade looms, their plan ...