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    The sound Shane makes now is not a whine or a whimper. It’s the sound of an omega. It’s the sound of an omega in distress.

    “Did he just—” someone says from behind him.

    “Shit, Marleau, did you just bitch Shane Hollander?”

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    Shane gets hit hard enough to trigger a traumatic omegatisation, which sends an entire stadium of alphas into frenzy. Ilya needs to get him off the ice, away from the danger, and onto his knot.

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    It was new, knowing he was cohabitating with his mother. They couldn't speak, not truly, and he couldn't feel her touch barring occasional cold spots, but there was a weight in the air just knowing she was there. Growing pains, Ilya thought softly.

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    Shane and Ilya struggle to be together while juggling his dead ghost mother's unfinished business, the mental illness Ilya swears he doesn't have, homophobia Shane promises he's not a victim of, and Russia which seems unwilling to let them go.

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    Shane's first mistake was going to talk to Ilya Rozanov before their game. His second was immediately, stupidly, meeting the eyes of Rozanov’s very much dead mother hovering at his side.

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    He pinches the cross that hangs around his neck, rubbing it with his thumb as he scowls into the dark room. He has never in his life been jealous nor possessive about someone he slept with, and Ilya can’t name the reason.
    Somewhere, buried deep inside him, that very reason is burning its way through his heart. It sounds like sated purrs, and looks like freckles bounced up over flushed cheeks, and smells like varenye.
    For his own sake, Ilya ignores it.

    Here we go with the second part of my A/B/O retelling! Enjoy it!

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    22 Feb 2026

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    He hit the green button and tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear, trying to balance the plant. “Did you find your curdled cheese?” he asked by way of a greeting.

    “Ilya,” Shane said, and Ilya’s spine stiffened. Shane’s voice was tight and slightly muffled. “Can you guys come to the entrance?”

    Ilya set down the plant on the ground with a thunk. Yuna turned to look at him. Her nose flared at the sour scent of worry coming off of him.

    “What happened?” Ilya growled. Something was wrong with his omega. He could feel it in his bones.

    “What’s wrong?” Yuna snapped, setting down her bags, freeing her hands.

    “We’re OK,” Shane said, trying and failing to sound soothing. “There was a fight, but we’re OK.”

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