FAZER LOGIN"Close your mouth, Val. You’re catching flies."I snapped my jaw shut and swiped at the air. "It's not a date," I muttered, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears."I know." Finn didn't look up. He just stared at the bristles of his brush like they held the secrets of the universe."Finn." I leaned in. I needed to know. Why play the 'date' card? Why dump a perfectly good chance with a blonde who clearly wanted to be his next conquest?Because he wanted to be here? With me?I killed the thought before it could take root. Dangerous. I was reading too much into a guy following a concussion protocol. He needed to be back on the ice for the playoffs. Hockey was his life—his pulse, his pack, his everything. He wouldn’t let a distraction like me stall his career. He deserved that spot in the lineup. That’s why I brought him to this art event at the Luna Azul. It always settled my wolf. I hoped it would ground his."You've done this before?" he asked, redirecting the flow. "This art stuff
"I can't believe you're dragging me into a bar to paint a damn flower," Finn grumbled.He leaned into Val, the scent of brine and pine wood thick between them. The Reyes Oceanfront Villa was miles away, but the heat off Finn's skin made the crowded Luna Azul Bar feel like a private den. Over the last forty-eight hours, the jagged edges between them had sanded down. Val didn't know if Finn felt the shift—the strange, steady tether pulling at his gut—but it was new. Dangerous. He shouldn't want it this much.Local hockey fans flooded the room. The air grew heavy with the smell of spilled ale and wet fur. Men and women in team jerseys scrambled for stools, eyes darting toward their table. The whispers started immediately."Is that Reyes?""No way. The captain at an art night?"Val kept his eyes on his canvas, offering nothing but a tight, polite curve of his lips. Finn was either oblivious or a master of the cold shoulder. He punched a text into his phone and shoved it back into his deni
"I like being with you, too." Val's smile hit like a cross-check to the chest. Finn tried not to count the thuds of his pulse."Now we have to slow down. Move like we mean it. Real bonding." Finn bit his tongue. The words tasted like a forfeit. If he kept talking like that, he’d have to turn in his Alpha status.Finn’s stomach let out a low, predatory growl."I need to feed you," Val said. "That sugar-coated bowl of kibble isn't going to fuel a shifter."Finn pulled a face. "Breakfast cereal. What’s the point of this partnership again?""We were in a rush," Val countered. "And don't act like those Frosty Paws didn't have you purring. I heard the sounds you made." Val cut him off before he could fire back about the sounds Val made. "Besides, I don't want your credits. We’re trading favors. That's the deal."Val yanked the wheel, steering the car away from the Miami Ice Dome."Where are we headed?""If I'm moving into your villa, I need my own gear. I can't keep wearing your oversized j
"So you're on board? You’ll actually coach me through some fresh mechanics for the heat scenes?"Finn’s smirk sharpened into something predatory. "That’s exactly what I was attempting before you shut me down."The specialist finished scrolling through my latest brain scans. I sat on the cold paper of the exam table while the doctor prodded my skull. As he checked my vitals, my mind drifted back to Val. That bastard Brandon wasn't the only one who’d done a number on him. It was no wonder Val didn't think he was built for the long haul. But he was more than that—he was the kind of man you built a life with. He deserved the pack, the house, the quiet stability, and whatever else his heart wanted.Once I’m cleared, I’m hunting down the coward who shamed him. I’ll break his hands. I don't care if his brother wears a badge or if I end up back in a dark room with another migraine. Nobody treats Val like that and walks away whole.Dr. Sanders clicked a penlight in my eyes, dragging me back to
"Was that a joke?" I snapped, backing toward the hallway. My skin crawled. The idea of him hunting down my pen name just to reenact a chapter for a laugh made my stomach turn. I couldn't survive that kind of mockery again. Not from him.I bolted into the bathroom and twisted the lock. I leaned against the door, lungs burning. Is a hockey series worth this? I cranked the shower to scorching. Steam swamped the room. I grabbed Finn’s charcoal soap and scrubbed until my skin was raw, desperate to wash the scent of him—and the shame—down the drain.I stayed under the spray until the heat died. I emerged shivering, wrapped in a towel thick enough to hide a crime scene. I cracked the door.Finn was sitting on the edge of the mattress, a steaming mug in his hand."I need to get my gear," I said, chin up. I tried to look steady. I failed.He held the coffee out. "Drink this first."The smell of caffeine hit me like a physical blow. I took it, my fingers brushing his. I blew on the dark liquid
"I do not snore," Val snapped, snatching a pillow. He hovered it over Finn’s face, a silent threat. He didn't swing. Not after the long night of Finn leaning over the porcelain, sweating out a concussion."I thought a semi-truck was idling in my bedroom," Finn goaded. He sat up, the gray exhaustion replaced by that familiar, razor-sharp smirk. The Alpha was back. Cocky. Dangerous. "Sounded like a broken radiator.""Fine. Starve. Drive yourself to the Miami Ice Dome." Val rolled away, burying his face in the sheets. "Asshole hasn't changed a bit.""Hey, come here, Little Ice Prince."Val stiffened. "Finn... drop the nicknames. We're adults."Finn didn't listen. He leaned over, his fingers brushing the hair away from Val's nape. He pressed a dry, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin behind Val’s ear. Val’s entire body betrayed him, a violent shudder racing down his spine."But you’re such a pretty thing, Val."Shut up. You're not a teenager anymore. Get a grip. "I was never a prince," V







