LOGIN"You think you’re walking away clean?" Finn grabbed a rough towel and scrubbed his jaw, only succeeding in streaking the red paint across his bronze skin. "You’re the one who drew first blood, Cruz. Typical.""Lies. Pure fiction. You’ve been poking at me since we were pups. It was your hobby. Or your calling."His smirk was pure Alpha. "It was. That’s the job description for the brother's best friend. Didn't you get the memo?"I let out a jagged breath. "We have enough tension to power the Miami Ice Dome for a season.""Can't wait to bleed it out.""You need a shower first," I said."You too." He clamped his hand around my wrist. His thumb traced the pulse point on my skin, and the world shriveled down to the two of us. Heat slammed into my chest. My neck burned."Since you marked me, you’re the one scrubbing it off.""And what about me?" I shot back."Don't sweat it. I’m lathering you up, too." He leaned in, his mouth ghosting against my ear. "Every single inch." His hot breath sent
"Who the hell is this?" Finn's voice dropped an octave, a low growl rippling through his chest as he stared at the blonde man.The stranger had enough gel in his hair to keep a helmet on in a hurricane. He looked like every other pretty-boy shifter trying too hard to be an Alpha. "Walker," Finn said, his jaw locking. "What are you doing at the Luna Azul?""Mating disaster," Adrian Walker said. He jerked a thumb toward a girl at a back table who looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out. "Not exactly a match made in the stars.""Stinks for you." Finn's hand shifted, his fingers grazing the small of Val’s back.Adrian didn't look at Finn. His gaze slid to Val, tracing the line of his throat before settling on his face. A slow, hungry grin spread across his lips. "Well, damn. If it isn't little Val Cruz."Val stiffened, his brush hovering over the canvas. "We've met?""Met? Kid, I played on the same line as your brother and Reyes back in the day. You were always the shadow following Lu
"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
"Shut up," I muttered, sliding back onto the gray sheets beside him.The villa was silent, the only sound the rhythmic crash of the Atlantic against the shore. I grabbed Finn’s hand. His palm was a map of brutal history—thick calluses from years of gripping a hockey stick, skin hardened by the cold
"You're full of it, Reyes."Val stood rooted in the dim light of the Reyes Oceanfront Villa, his jaw set as he watched Finn. The Alpha snorted, a sharp, ragged sound that echoed off the high ceilings of the study."I’m a professional prick, Val. Pricks don’t land 'nice guys' like you. Besides, I’m
"Sit down, Reyes," Val Cruz commanded, dropping his tablet as the Miami Ice Dome broadcast flickered to black.Finn Reyes was pacing the villa kitchen like a caged predator, his knuckles white as he scrubbed his jaw. His golden eyes, usually sharp with a magnetic arrogance, were narrowed into dange
I need to taste him. I need it so violently it makes my teeth ache, but Val’s eyes are wide, his pulse thrumming visibly in the hollow of his throat. He’s vibrating with a quiet panic, every corded muscle in his neck pulled taut.Hell, if he still despises me—if he doesn’t want this—there’s no way







