Antalya's POVThe crisp air bit at my cheeks, but I barely felt it. The roar of the crowd was a physical thing, vibrating through the ice beneath my skates. Across the center line, Dominic loomed, a dark mountain of intensity in his gear, his focus entirely on me. The annual pack hockey tournament had become our unlikely battleground, a place where all our pent-up passion and competition found an outlet.“Ready to lose, little wolf?” he called out, his voice a low growl that carried over the ice and went straight to my core.I grinned, adjusting my grip on the stick. “You wish, Alpha. My team’s got this.”The puck dropped. It was chaos after that—a blur of swinging sticks, spray of ice, and the thunder of bodies checking against the boards. Dominic was a force of nature, powerful and relentless, but my ladies—Lina, Sasha, Chloe, and me—we were swift and clever. We moved as one unit, a whirlwind of strategy against raw strength.He was everywhere, his dark eyes tracking my every move.
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