RivenHeat surged up my neck, even though I should never feel hot here on the ice. My blood was boiling already, my fist gripped hard on the stick. “Reset! Stay sharp!” I commanded my team.The puck dropped again.This time, I won the puck with a clean strike, drove it forward. We cycled fast from left wing to right, right to center, working it like we’d drilled a hundred times.We pressed hard into their zone. One of my boys fired, and their goalie blocked, but the rebound came loose. I skated in, lined it up, and all of a sudden, Sky was there. Again. He swept in from nowhere, stole the puck, and blasted up ice.He skated low, body coiled and curved. He was so damn fluid. My defense scrambled for the puck, sticks slapping and skates screeching on the ice.He faked left, and then he pulled right and shot, a fast, powerful shot.The puck snapped into the top corner. Net rippled.Second goal.The cheers doubled.“That guy is such a ghost on the ice. Damn…” I heard someone comment. Ther
LaraThe door clicked shut behind me as I left Riven's suite, but the rage in my heart kept on burning and was almost impossible to quench. My fist curled with the hem of my skirt. I knew I had been falling out with Riven lately, but I couldn't believe that this was even happening in the first place. I could not believe that I had gotten to this extent.I saw it in his eyes, how cold and distant he was, and how my touch wasn't even significant anymore. Riven had never rejected me. Not once, not ever. But today, I was absolutely rejected. Rejected like some slut. Fuck! My heart was burning at this point just thinking about it. How could he? How could he do this to me? My eyes became glassy, tears threatening to fall from them. How could he look at me like that? Like… like I was some kind of disgusting shit.I know I should remember he said… Oh! Cut me that crap!Spare me that bullshit he said was going on in his mind, and how he had been so stressed or whatever lately. I knew that wasn
RivenThe door clicked shut behind us. But I could still feel Sky's stare on me.My wolf, Ford, was already in a tug-of-war with me, clawing at my chest in disapproval. Ford would have to deal with this because this is what we were obligated to do. I wasn't about to give in to a man mate.Lara had her hand wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her touch was warm, but it felt… empty. I knew I was already over Lara somehow, especially because of the whole thing going on, but that didn't mean I still didn't adore her or have subtle feelings for her. But this time it was different. My body subconsciously stiffened under her touch.It almost felt… wrong."I brought you your favorite cookies," she said sweetly, her eyes searching mine.“Oh… thanks,” I responded simply.She paused her movement. "Look, baby, I’m sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I know I did wrong, and I am so sorry. I went to the marriage course without asking you how you felt about it first."I was still l
RivenI slowly walked to my room after had Sky left, closed the door softly, and leaned my back against it. I breathed. The breath tore out of me like I’d been drowning and only just came up to the surface now. I slid down the door slowly and sat on the floor. My legs felt so weak, like jelly. I couldn’t even stand anymore.“What was that?” I asked myself, even though I knew I didn't have any idea what was going on. My heart was beating so rapidly, like I had just finished some kind of relay. Ford was pacing inside me, so wildly, clawing at the walls of my chest. I couldn't breathe at all. The air in my room felt like a suffocating smoke.I couldn't understand what had just happened. It was still there—the warm breath of Sky against my face. I could still feel his warm thumb on my lips. His scent still lingered. Fuck.What was he trying to do? Then my brain remembered it. His words. “So fucking hot.”The way his eyes looked at my lips. He looked like a predator. I felt blood rush dow
Sky“I’m not hungry,” he growled like he had forced the words through his teeth.But before he could finish, a loud, long rumble came from his stomach. A sound that filled the quiet space between us. His stomach decided to betray his pride.A small gentle smile crept up my face. Such a pathetic fellow. His face was all red from embarrassment. He tried to push past me, and I instinctively held his hand. A jolt of warmth spread through me as my skin touched his. He paused, and I knew he had felt it too.“Your stomach says no.” I looked at my hand which was still holding his. “Come on, it’s better eaten hot.”He wasn't fighting the grip and he didn’t pull away. I walked him to the table, and he sat down.I put a plate of food in front of him. He hesitated for a while before picking up the spoon. He wasn't looking at me at all—he was fully focused on the plate. His lashes fluttered as he blew on the hot stew. His lashes were beautiful… and so full they looked like that of a doll. My wolf
Stiles••“What is the problem?”•• I asked suspiciously.••“He and his father had a bad fight today again. And it's about the classes. I want you to go check up on him.”••I stopped writing as I dropped my pen.••“Who is asking? You or… him, Dad?”•• I questioned. Because I knew how these things always worked. Riven’s father would always go through my father and ask me to always check up on Riven.••“Do as you are told.”•• And with that, he cut off the link.I stood up instantly, grabbed my jacket, and started walking out. I would have mind-linked him, but I knew that if this fight was as bad as my dad sounded, then that would mean that Riven had zoned out. And that also meant that he would block everything that would act as a distraction, including our link. But I knew where to go—my feet already knew the one place where I’d find him.In a few minutes, I was already in the place—the hockey rink.And he was there, as always.I stood for a while, watching him as he was hitting the puck w