Page 10 of Break The Ice

On the other hand, the blond guy is not paying attention to me. He’s standing close to Raider, talking in low whispers. This alpha looks like a guy you’d find in an office or library. He’s got the chic look that fits with a cardigan or candlelight and romance. His eyes are blue, and he’s solid, not fat, but he’s definitely not bulked up like Raider or Wren. He’s very masculine, but in a nerdy way. His name is Callan. He makes my stomach flutter whenever he looks my way. Right, got it. Raider, Wren, Kit, and Callan.

They make an incredible pack. How does no one know about this?

I move my gaze to the silent Wren. Up close, he’s even more beautiful. His brown hair has a wave in it and is so long I want to run my fingers through it. He and Raider appear to be similar height. This morning, I noticed the way his eyes took in everything, but he’sholding back from the others, keeping distance, and he’s clearly amused at this situation, which loses him big points.

The most important part, though, is that Wren has a burrito in his hands and is eating it with little groans and moans. I hate him right now.

I don’t know what looks better, the man or the burrito, but the combination of the two is deadly. My eyes dip down as the burrito pulls in front. I lick my lips, imagining the taste of it.

Just a little bite.

He lifts it up, and I follow, tracking its movements. Which, unfortunately, brings me colliding with his gaze. Steel eyes smile as he takes a massive bite.

“Tease,” I mutter.

This is what people call food porn, I’m sure of it. I swallow hard and lock my knees so I don’t accidentally go jump him.

But the temptation of that burrito proves hard to resist. My mouth waters so badly I have to keep swallowing, and it’s impossible to look away from it as the alpha devours it bite by bite.

I moan when he licks his fingers.

“WREN!” Callan barks.

I jump and look away. Fuck, how long have I been staring at him for?

Wren’s grin is wicked as he slinks past us and out of the house. He leaves the lounge stinking of pomegranates and burrito. I almost want to cry.

Kit shuffles closer to me. “So, you’re the coach’s niece?”

I nod my head sharply. “He doesn’t know I’m here. While I’m a prisoner, I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

“Why?” Callan asks sharply.

“Because…” I hunt around for a reason but struggle. “Because I’m supposed to be hunting for rare animals. And he doesn’t know I’m not there. He’ll get worried. And if you tell him, my uncle will call the police. He loves me very, very much.”

He loves me, but not at the expense of his hockey team. He’d be more likely to give me to the cops for corrupting the boys.

“So, if you want your pretty D-man to stay on this side of prison bars, I strongly suggest you keep your mouths shut.” I sigh dramatically. “I’m willing to negotiate.”

The room goes still, all ears listening intently to me.

I can see them readying themselves to ask for more information, so I attack first.

“Put it this way, if you tell my uncle I’m here, not only will I disappear, but I’ll give the cops proof before I go. I’ll upload this to all your fans. I’ll tell the entire world you have a pack.”

Raider freezes. “What?” he roars.

I lift my chin, looking him in the eyes. “This is your pack. I can see by the way you all talk and move that you are pack. Your eyes follow each other. When you move, they move.”

Callan swallows hard. He looks stunned and sits down heavily on the edge of the couch. “Well, there’s a first. Yes, we are a pack. Kit, Raider, and I.”

“Callan, what the hell? You don’t just confirm it! We’ve spent forever telling everyone we aren’t and hiding it. How can you just spill it to this weirdo?” Raider says and throws his hands in the air.

“And Wren,” I snap, ignoring Raider like he hasn’t even spoken. I’m still really mad that I almost peed myself. I had a lot of hours to plan my revenge.

“No-”

I raise my eyebrows and glare at him.

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