Chapter 3

Thalassa's POV 

“I told you not to go for the pre-season,” Lucien thundered, his voice rattling off the walls. “You dare defy me your husband and mate now? What the hell has come over you?“

I let out a dry laugh. “You came over me, Lucien. I married you at my peak, Lucien—gave you three years of my life. And you called it stupidity.”

Lucien is speechless for a while but he quickly recovered. “So you're going to rebel against me?“

I grabbed the small suitcase I had packed my essentials. “Yes, my darling husband,” I said coolly. “Since I'm stuck in this sham marriage with you… I'm going to make sure we aren't both at peace. I will do everything I want too.“

My phone beeped, flashing Sierra and that means the bus that would convey us was already waiting outside for me. I started walking out of the room. “Goodbye, my husband.“

“Really Lassa,” he called out behind me. “ I will make sure you regret this….“ His voice faded into the background. 

I handed the bag to Amanda. “Let's go.“

Amanda had confessed that she already knew about Lucien and Talia's affair for a while, but she was too sad and afraid I won't believe her to talk to me about it. 

Outside, I forced a smile to my team members who were visibly excited to have me join them and climbed into the bus. 

Without any word, Sierra pulled me into an embrace like she knew how much I needed it. I leaned into her, fighting back the tears that were about to spill. After we pulled back, I settled at the last sit and the driver pulled away.

I stared at the beautiful passing scenery. I would make the most of this trip and play my sorrows away on the rink.

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Hours later, we arrived at the Northern Crescent Pack where the game was scheduled to take place and after we've settled in at the hotel room, I decided to visit a nearby bar at the outskirts of town.

“Your strongest drink, please,” I said, sliding into the booth. 

The bartender—a young lady with blonde hair—nodded with a professional smile on her face and turned away. Moments later, she slide a bottle of alcohol and a glass of wine on the table. “Enjoy, ma'am.“

I filled my glass and threw down the liquid—which burn down my throat but not enough to burn out the anger and sadness inside me. Even though I have been trying so hard to contain the pain, It still hurts so much; Lucien's betrayal, Talia's, my parents involvement, Alpha Sebastian's and Luna Selena's words.

I threw down another glass. Another glass. I wanted to waste away but I couldn't get drunk.

“Give me another drink,” I said to the bartender whose gaze have been fixed on me as if she was curious on why I had been drinking alot. “Please make it three times stronger.“

“Don't. Give. Her,” a deep baritone voice came behind me

Then I perceived it. A strong masculine scent hit me first—wild cedar and winter air. My pulse roared, confused by the mix of desires inside me. The scent was so refreshing, addictive and intoxicating that I had to bite down on my lower lips to muffle the moans threatening to spill past my lips when I breathed in the scent 

I snapped my head back to see them. The cold gray gazed Twins Alpha of the BlueMoon Pack. Kael and Kieran Grayson. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Jaw sculpted to perfection. Prodigies on the Ice. 

I haven't seen them since I got married and they haven't changed one bit—still as arrogant as ever. And when my gaze fell to the sexy tattoos on their necks and upper abs, heat rose to my cheeks.

These men were my bullies in highschool. I hated them because they think a woman shouldn't play hockey because everything would go to waste when she get married and started having children—and I hated the fact that they were right, especially that I gave up my career for that my asshole husband.

Their eyes raked over me and I didn't miss the way it's lingered far too long on my exposed cleavage. My breasts reacted to them as I felt goosebumps rising on each moulds and my nipples hardened.

“Look who we have here?“ Kael sneered, their smirk mirrored each other. “It's the one and only Queen of Ice.“

“Gone for three years,” Kieran added, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Now.. she is back for the pre-season and she desperately wants to waste away.“

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “It's none of your damn business.“ I turned back towards the bartender. “The drink.“

She nodded with a forced smile and her body was trembling slightly which I knew it was because of the powerful aura of the twins. She turned away but before she could reach for a bottle of drink, Kael's voice stopped her again.

“Don't. Give. Her.“

And of course, she obeyed. Her fear-filled eyes shifted between us. 

I clenched my fists tightly. My nose flared up. Are they still trying to corner me now? 

“Who the hell did you think you are to decide if I should be served drinks or not?“ I growled. 

The twins remained calm, clearly unbothered by my outburst. Kieran stepped closer and held my chin up. “Because we don't want you to waste away, sweetheart.“

I slapped his hands away and scoffed bitterly. “Why did you care if I waste away or not?“

“So you won't have any excuse when our women win your team tomorrow,” Kael replied, his voice dripping with mockery. “It would be humiliating if your women lose… especially the fact that your men team didn't even make it up to the second phase of the tournament.“

Yeah… our men team are totally a wack. They lost in the first phase and it was one of the reasons why Lucien didn't want me to play because he feels 'embarrased' that his wife is an expert than he is.

I knew this was a lost cause, so I snatched my purse, opened it and slammed a few dollars note on the counter. “I will go to another bar then.“ I glare at them, made the fuck you finger and stormed out of the bar.

I stepped out, walking towards the dark alley only for someone to suddenly sweep me off my feet. “Leave me alone,” I screamed, thrashing against the frame but from the familiar scent I could already tell that it was the Twins.

No words—until we got to the packing lot and he hurled me into the backseat of a Lamborghini. 

I glanced at them and spat, “Did you know this is kidnapping?“

The both of them exchanged glances. Kieran leaned down, his hands pressing against the leather chair at either side of me and he tilted forward, his lips just inches away from mine.

My chest pounded at the close proximity and I clenched my purse tightly to steady myself. Oh fuck… my clit throbbed and I could feel my peaks now pressing hard against my bra. 

“Yes, sweetheart… you're more than welcome to sue us.“ 

His voice stroked places I never knew existed in my body and I fell speechless because I didn't trust my voice at the moment; I was afraid I'd moan instead.

His gaze was intense; terrifying—and devastatingly beautiful.

With one hand, he turned my legs into the car, letting me sit properly. “We'll drop you off at your hotel.“ 

Kieran slide in beside me, while Kael slide in through the other door and now I was seated between them, in heat.

“Drive, Ray,” Kael commanded. 

The driver ignited the car and pulled the middle cover over.

The car weaved through the bubbling kingdom in silence. Every second felt torturing as my cunt clenched desperately around nothing. My wolf howled in anticipation—urging me to claim them.

I hated them. I wanted them.

My chest heaved as I met Kieran’s eyes, then Kael’s. “If my husband can cheat…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Then I can do better.”

I swallowed hard, my pride dissolving in the heat between us.

“Please… fuck me.”