Timothy's POVThe family dinner is a disaster from the moment I walk through the door. Dad's still seething about the game, Mom's trying to keep the peace, and the Wintermoon delegation looks like they're reconsidering the entire alliance.Sophia sits across from me, her hair perfectly styled despite the late hour. She's beautiful in that cold, untouchable way that seems to be required for Alpha daughters. Everything about her screams perfection, from her designer dress to her flawless makeup.She also looks like she'd rather be anywhere else."Timothy," her father, Alpha Viktor Wintermoon, sets down his wine glass with deliberate intensity. "That was quite a performance tonight."The words could mean anything, but his tone makes it clear they don't mean anything good. Viktor is a massive man, even by wolf standards, with prematurely white hair and scars that tell stories about pack wars I've only heard whispers about."Every team has bad nights," I reply carefully. "Bloodfang played
Penelope's POVThe post-game interview room is packed. Cameras flash as reporters shout questions, their voices blending into excited chaos. I've never been in here before - Omega players don't usually get this kind of attention."Penelope, talk us through that first goal. Did you expect to score that quickly?"I lean forward toward the microphone, still buzzing with adrenaline. My hair is damp with sweat, pulled back in a messy ponytail that probably looks terrible on camera."I studied their faceoff tendencies," I say simply, keeping my voice steady despite the cameras flashing in my face. "Timothy favors his backhand in defensive situations. I was ready for it.""You called their captain by his first name. Is there history there?" A reporter in the front row asks, leaning forward with interest as if looking for gossip to display to the tabloids.Almost everyone has seen the videos of Timothy rejecting me and me watching him, so it's a stupid question to be asked. But I know these r
Timothy's POVThe locker room is a tomb. Nobody's talking, nobody's even moving much. We just sit in our gear, staring at the floor like it might open up and swallow us whole.Three to nothing. Shut out once again at our home ice. In front of everyone."Well?" Dad's voice cuts through the silence. He's standing in the doorway, his face purple with rage. "Anyone want to explain to me how we just got embarrassed by a pack of nobodies?"The team flinches. Even Coach looks nervous, which is saying something because Coach once played through a separated shoulder and two cracked ribs."Sir, they played a good game," Ethan speaks up, his voice careful and respectful. "Sometimes the bounces don't go your way.""Bounces?" Dad steps into the room, and everyone shrinks back. "Bounces don't explain three goals. Bounces don't explain getting outplayed for sixty minutes by a girl who shouldn't even be on the ice. Once again she won you bunches of idiots."He's not wrong. It wasn't bounces or luck o
Penelope's POVThe third period starts and I can feel the shift in energy. Frostfang is pressing harder now, desperate to get back in the game. But desperation makes you sloppy, and I've been waiting for sloppy all night."Stay patient," I called to my linemates as we set up in the defensive zone. "Let them come to us."Timothy wins the faceoff but immediately loses the puck to Zoe's stick check. She fires it up ice to me, and suddenly I'm on a breakaway with nothing but open ice and their goalie between me and a hat trick.The crowd noise fades to nothing. My skates carve perfect lines in the ice as I build speed, the puck dancing on my stick blade like it's tied there with string. The goalie comes out to challenge, trying to cut down the angle.I fake the slap shot, watch him drop to his knees, then shelf it top corner at the glove side.The red light goes on. The horn blares. The small section of Bloodfang fans goes absolutely insane.Hat trick.The moment the red light goes on, Ly
Timothy's POVI skate back to center ice for the second period, my jaw clenched so tight it might crack. Fifteen seconds. She scored on us in fifteen fucking seconds."Shake it off, Cap." Ethan glides up beside me, his voice steady but I catch the concern in his eyes. "It's one goal."One goal that has the entire arena buzzing with disbelief. One goal that has Dad gripping the railing in his luxury box like he wants to strangle someone. One goal that proves everything I've been trying not to think about for the past six months.Penelope is better than me now.The puck drops and I win it clean this time, sending it back to our defense. But when I look up ice, she's already reading the play, cutting off passing lanes like she's inside my head."Blackthorn, move your ass!" The coach screams from the bench.I push harder, digging my edges into the ice. The cold air burns my lungs as I chase the play, but Penelope is everywhere. She intercepts our outlet pass, spins away from our defensema
Penelope's POVThe opening face-off is between Timothy and me—a symbolic confrontation that has the entire arena on its feet. The referee holds the puck above the center ice circle while we stare each other down across the dot."Make it clean." His voice cuts through the crowd noise.I nod, focused entirely on Timothy's body language. He's bigger than me, stronger, but I've learned to use speed and intelligence over brute force. His blue eyes are intense and focused, but there's something else there too. Something that looks like desperation.The puck drops.Timothy tries to win it back to his defenseman, but I've studied his tendencies. I know he favors his backhand in face-offs, so I'm ready when he makes his move. My stick intercepts the puck cleanly, and suddenly I'm racing toward the Frostfang goal with only one defender between me and their goalie.The crowd's roar shifts from excitement to shock. Nobody expected the game's first scoring chance to come fifteen seconds in.I fake