LOGINAdrianI summoned Damon Silver three hours before the final.Not to the arena.Not to the tournament council chamber where coaches, officials, and pack representatives discussed schedules and match rules.I ordered him brought to my private office inside the eastern administrative wing.Four Mooncrest guards escorted him.Two remained outside the door. The other two took positions near the walls after Damon entered.He wore Silver Moon’s formal team jacket with the captain’s crest still attached to his chest. His face looked more exhausted than it had during the semifinal. The faint mark Elliot left across his cheek had almost disappeared, but I still saw it.I hoped he remembered why it was there every time he looked in a mirror.Damon stopped several feet from my desk.“Alpha Adrian.”I did not invite him to sit.He looked toward the tournament documents arranged across the table.“I understand there are additional conditions for attending the final.”“This conversation has nothing
ElliotThe letter remained beside my bed for most of the morning.I looked at it every time I opened my eyes.Folded once.My name written across the front in Damon’s handwriting.No title.No demand.Only Elliot.Mason had said Damon did not know the letter had been delivered. He had written it and hidden it inside his desk because my restrictions forbade contact.For once, Damon had wanted something and chosen not to take it.That should not have mattered as much as it did.I reminded myself that respecting one boundary did not erase the one he crossed in the equipment room. It did not erase the rejection, the dungeon, or the years I spent believing I was too weak and shameful to deserve love.Still, the letter waited.And the choice belonged to me.Near noon, after Evelyn brought food and Dad left for another tournament meeting, I finally reached for it.My fingers hesitated around the folded paper.The mate bond gave a faint pulse.Damon was somewhere in Silver Moon’s guest quarte
ElliotThe dizziness came in waves.The first one made the arena tilt.The second turned the players on the ice into blurred shadows moving beneath white lights.I gripped the edge of the boards until my fingers hurt.“Elliot.”Coach Harrison’s voice sounded distant.I forced my eyes toward the scoreboard.One minute and forty-two seconds remained.Mooncrest and Silver Moon were still tied.One goal would decide who advanced to the final.“I’m fine,” I said.The lie came out weak.Coach moved closer.“You are not.”Elias had already stepped away from the corridor entrance. I saw him approaching from the corner of my vision, concern hardening his face.I shook my head.“Not yet.”Coach looked at me as if I had lost my mind.“You almost fell.”“I need thirty seconds.”“You need Miriam.”“After.”Another wave of dizziness moved through me.I lowered myself into the padded chair before my knees could betray me completely. My hand went to my stomach.The baby felt quiet.Too quiet, fear wh
DamonBy the fifth minute of the semifinal, I understood that Elliot had built Mooncrest’s entire system around stopping me.Not Silver Moon.Me.Every route I preferred was closed before I reached it.Every passing lane I normally used disappeared the moment I lifted my stick.When I moved through the center, Mooncrest’s first defender gave me enough space to believe the attack was open. The second defender waited lower, forcing me toward the right side where my turn was slower.The moment I committed, their winger attacked the space behind me.It was simple.Disciplined.Cruel in its accuracy.I knew exactly who had designed it.My gaze moved toward Mooncrest’s bench.Elliot sat behind Coach Harrison with his dark strategy notebook open across his lap. His loose coaching jacket hid most of his body, but the Blackwood crest over his heart remained visible.He was not looking at me.He watched the players.His players.He raised one hand and called something toward Rowan.Mooncrest im
ElliotThe Silver Moon file lay open across the strategy table.Damon’s name appeared on nearly every page.Captain.First-line center.Primary scorer.Power-play leader.Emotional weakness.I stared at the final words longer than I should have.Around me, Mooncrest’s coaching room remained quiet. Coach Harrison stood near the match board while two assistants reviewed Silver Moon’s defensive formation. Rowan and the senior players waited on the opposite side of the room, listening for the final strategy.The semifinal began in less than two hours.Mooncrest against Silver Moon.The match everyone had expected since the Cup draw.The match I had spent weeks preparing for.Now that it had arrived, every note felt too personal.I turned another page.Damon became aggressive whenever opponents delayed him near the center.He abandoned his position when frustrated.He chased players who challenged his authority.He made dangerous decisions when he believed someone was watching him fail.An
DamonThe silver restraints were removed only after Alpha Richard arrived.I remained seated inside Mooncrest’s holding room while the guards stepped back. My wrists burned where the metal had pressed into my skin, but the pain felt distant.All I could see was Elliot.Shaking.Pressed against the equipment shelf.Telling me to stop.I had heard him.That was the part I could not escape.I had not misunderstood.I had not failed to notice fear.I had heard the word clearly and crossed the boundary anyway.The wolf had surged.The bond had flared.The pup’s scent had overwhelmed me.None of it changed what I had done.Mason stood against the far wall with his arms folded. He had not spoken since entering the holding room.Disappointment filled his scent.I preferred anger.Anger could be fought.Disappointment only remained.Alpha Richard spoke quietly with the Mooncrest security officer near the door. Their conversation concerned restrictions, tournament rules, and political consequen
The entire city were buzzing with excitement, the air thick with anticipation that you could almost feel on your skin no matter where you went. Everywhere I turned, people were talking about the hockey game—the biggest one of the season, the championship match that had everyone on edge. Even be
By the time training finally ended, every single part of my body ached with exhaustion and pain that ran deep into my muscles and bones. My arms throbbed from the endless drills, and my legs felt so weak they might give out beneath me at any moment. There was still dried mud caked on my clothes, a
Elliot POVI woke up feeling awful.For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling.My body felt strange.Heavy.Weak.Wrong.A dull headache throbbed behind my eyes.My stomach churned uneasily.Even sitting up made the room spin.I pressed a hand against my forehead and groaned.“What
Elliot POV Just like every day, the sharp ring of the alarm clock cut through the quiet morning and pulled me from my restless sleep. I groaned softly and tugged the thin, worn blanket up over my head, trying to block out the world for just a little longer. For a brief moment, I let myself pret







