LOGINIs it wrong to want your brother's best friend when he still treats you like a child? Averie does not care anymore. When her boyfriend walked away calling her 'too innocent,' Averie decided boring was a choice she was done making. She reinvented every part of herself, which brought her to a night in the club with a masked stranger whose kiss made her feel alive. Too bad that stranger was Jace Carrington – who now has to face the fact that his best friend's little sister isn't so little anymore. Jace is a billionaire hockey star who can't afford mistakes. His team operates on one sacred rule: personal drama kills team chemistry. Crossing lines with his best friend's sister should be unthinkable, but that kiss changed the math on everything. Now Jace can't be in the same room as Averie without his carefully constructed boundaries crumbling. Averie won't let him retreat into treating her like she's still twelve. She's calling him out on every dodge, every deflection, every attempt to pretend nothing shifted between them. Jace can either keep lying to himself or face what acknowledging her could cost him. The brotherhood comes first – it always has. So why can't he stay away?
View MoreJACE.The rain came down harder now — cold, and rhythmic against the pavement, as if the world itself wanted to drown out the echo of her voice. Every step I took back to the dorms felt heavier, my shoes sloshing through puddles, my clothes plastered to my skin. But none of that compared to the weight sitting on my chest.Her words replayed in his mind again and again with cruel precision.You don’t get to come back when it’s convenient, Jace.I had thought the field would help me think that the rain might wash some of it away. Instead, it followed me like a ghost. Every flash of lightning illuminated the parts of myself I had been trying to outrun — the guilt, the anger, the hollow ache that came from knowing I had hurt her.When the dorm came into view, all I wanted was silence — the kind that didn’t talk back or accuse or remind me of the people I had failed.But the universe didn’t grant him that.Julian was waiting. He leaned casually against the wall beside my door, a cigarette
JACE.The rain fell like punishment — relentless, cold, and cleansing in a way that hurt more than it healed. It soaked through my jersey until it clung to my skin, heavy and chilly. The field lights flickered, dimmed, and finally died one by one, swallowing the world in shadows. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but I had stayed — rooted there, my cleats sinking into the soft, waterlogged grass and my breath rising in faint white clouds.It was supposed to be just another practice, a way to clear my head. But my body had refused to move right. Every shot he missed at practice and every drill I failed, reminded me of the one thing I couldn’t control — the storm in my chest that no amount of skating or sweating could fix.When the final light went out, I dropped my stick and let it fall into the mud. I didn’t bother picking it up. My gloves followed, and then I ran a hand through my soaked hair, closing my eyes as the rain hit harder, steady and merciless.I was so tired of preten
JACE.Every morning for me was a performance — my hair perfectly styled, my suit pressed, my smile practiced until it didn’t ache anymore. I had stopped recognizing myself in the photographs. The tabloids called us the golden couple, the perfect fusion of legacy and beauty, but all I saw was a stranger beside Ava Leclair, both of them glowing under lights that burned too bright. Yet, the engagement felt like a cage.Ava knew how to play her role. Every tilt of her chin, every laugh that wasn’t real, every hand resting delicately on my arm looked rehearsed and perfect. She didn’t falter, not once. Her father stood just behind every camera, arms crossed, voice low as he instructed the PR team like generals before a battle. “Smile wider, Jace. Hold her hand longer. Look at her like she’s your world.”I did. I always did, because to everyone watching, that was who I was — Jace Carrington, the star athlete, future heir and perfect fiancé.Except that I wasn’t, not anymore.Within me, the w
JULIAN.The satisfaction was intoxicating. I leaned back in my chair, letting the memory replay like a film — Averie on the floor, her breath stuttering, her eyes defiant even when she trembled. That flicker of fear — it had been there, however brief, and it was enough. I could still taste it. It filled the hollow places that power used to. For a few hours, it made me feel untouchable again, and that feeling of invincibility was one that felt so good.The campus whispers had shifted in my favor, too. Jace’s name flooded every headline, the golden son of the Carringtons finally securing his crown with Ava Leclair at his side. The engagement had turned into a media circus, elegant and obscene, and I watched from the shadows as my brother basked in it. Meanwhile, Cassian—the so-called hero—had been quietly suspended from his leadership role after a “confidential report” reached the dean’s office. And Averie… she was once again the tragic girl, the whispered cautionary tale.Everything wa
AVERIE.The road home had never felt so foreign.I sat with my forehead pressed to the cold window as the taxi drove down streets I had known her entire life. The places I used to know—familiar storefronts, old fences, the bakery on the corner where I used to buy muffins with Cassian after school—a
ELLIOT.I had told myself a thousand times that I was done—that I wouldn't get involved again. After everything that had happened in the fall, after watching Averie’s life crumble while I stood by, helpless, I had told myself that Averie wasn't my fight anymore, and that stepping in would only make
CASSIAN.The aftermath of the expulsion hit me harder than I had expected.Less than two weeks ago, I had been the team's anchor — the captain, strategist and the unshakable center that kept every other player in rhythm. The Wynter name carried a weight on campus. Professors smiled when they saw me
AVERIE.The silence in the dorm was unbearable, pressing against my chest like something physical — thick and suffocating, heavy with everything unspoken. The hum of the mini-fridge by the corner of the room and the faint buzz of a light flickering above all clawed at my nerves till I could no long












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