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Shane was the first omega ever drafted into the NHL. His designation usually considered only good for two things: breeding and mating — and most people didn’t even think male omegas were worthy of the latter. He had a lot to prove. And he really couldn’t afford distractions. Especially when those distractions came in the form of a cocky Russian alpha.
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Shane Hollander, hockey prodigy and captain of the Montreal Metros, has a secret: he's an omega. No one knows, not even his frequent hookup partner, Ilya Rozanov. Shane's carefully-cultivated life threatens to unravel when he forgets his medication. Now he's stuck in the middle of nowhere, on the brink of a heat. Enter Ilya, cocky and arrogant alpha, who is determined to help Shane though his heat... and keep his secret. Neither of them can predict the effect they will have on each other, and how one week in a snowed-in cabin will change the course of their lives forever.
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shane goes into heat in the middle of a game
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Everywhere I Go, My Skin is Crawling by hollanoved (louislittletomlintum)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-02
"The hotel," Ilya repeated in a flat tone, cupping under Shane's jaw. "What hotel?" "Uh," Shane replied again, because he had no fucking clue. "I just need to not be here." "Hollander," Ilya said firmly, squeezing his chin. Shane melted, just a bit, but he tried to remain determined when he started to look for his shorts. Ilya's hand didn't allow for much movement though, his head unable to turn. "Shane, tell me now. Are you going into heat?" or the one where ilya calling shane by his first name sends him into heat
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“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes. “What?” “You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue. Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall. “You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?” OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas
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