Page 131 of Break The Ice

“You piece of shit, you ruined my life. I went to prison because of you. I was seventeen in an adult jail.”

“You broke my arm!” I scream at him. “You tortured me. You belong in prison.”

He roars in my face, spit hitting me, and the stench of death makes me gag.

“I’m going to kill you!” he roars. “I’m going to make it worth my while. You took everything from me, and now I’m going to take everything from you.”

His hands wrap around my throat and squeezes. The panic returns. I claw at his fingers, but it does nothing. Black spots dance around his face as I start losing vision. I don’t want him to be the last thing I see.

I hear running footsteps and hope it’s help, but that’s never been the case before.

“LET GO OF HIM!”

The bark is something out of a movie. I recognise it instantly. It’s powerful, it’s undeniable. No one could refuse that bark.

Callan. Oh, my Callan came to save me. He’s always saving me. The hands let go, and I roll, choking and gasping for air.

Freddie shudders and peels himself away from me.

“I see you’re still sucking on his clit, James.”

Callan appears, standing over me, holding his hand out. I stare up at him and reach out, taking his hand. He is my miracle, always by my side. What would I have become without him?

“Come on, let’s get away from him, everything is messed up tonight,” Callan murmurs, kissing my temple. “Are you all right?”

Freddie lunges, but Callan lashes out, punching him so hard in the face that he collapses on the ground unconscious.

Security arrives and looks at him. “We’ve got it, Alpha Mogel.”

We both turn towards him and glance at each other. Callan looks beautiful, a veritable angel of mercy.

I lean into him and bury my face in that warm scent of him. Parchment and tea float around him stronger than usual. I curl my fingers in his shirt and swallow hard.

“I thought I was dead!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I came as fast as I could.”

A sob catches in my throat. “We need to get Ryann.”

“I know. Let’s go find our pack and get out of here,” Callan says anxiously. “I think the stalker might be orchestrating tonight.”

I lift my head. “What?”

“Wren has been traded. Raider’s skate broke. The media thought Bailey was Raider and released a sex tape and have been going nuts over it.”

I gape at him. “And Freddie?”

“Yes. Coincidence? I think not.”

“Ryann is alone!” I murmur urgently.

Callan’s face drains of colour. He pulls out his phone and opens an app. I see a red dot on the screen. With one hand, he takes mine, and we run.

Chapter thirty-nine

Wren

I don’t know howI got here, but I’m on the ice, and we’re in the middle of a game. Waraski releases the puck. It’s coming towards me in slow motion; all at once, the world snaps back to normal speed. I push off, throwing all my weight and power into chasing to meet it before the defense can get to it. I do what I’ve spent thousands of hours training to do. It’s natural and instinctive.

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