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Chapter Twelve - Forced Proximity (The Ride)

Author: Nimilaska
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(Damian’s POV)

The victory felt sterile. We had won, three to one, on a late-game surge powered entirely by Logan Cross. He was a force of nature, brutal, unpredictable, and perfect. The win secured our spot at the top of the conference standings, protecting the Titan deal for another forty-eight hours.

Every goal he scores, every point he earns, is a chain tightening around my neck. He performs, and I lose control.

I stood on the dimly lit concrete of the visitor’s loading dock, the roar of the crowd long gone, replaced by the mechanical hum of the arena’s ventilation. The team bus was idling, ready to pull away, but Logan was missing.

I didn’t need to look for him. The wolf felt him, a persistent, hot, magnetic pull that was always strongest when he was defiant and exposed. He was leaning against a support pillar fifty feet away, scrolling through his phone, ignoring the cold January air. He was waiting for Julian Drake.

A futile exercise in defiance. Julian Drake is a rival owner,
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