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Serenya’s POV This engagement party feels like a funeral. I’m twenty-three, six months pregnant, and I should feel happy at my own engagement. I should feel excited, but instead, I’m sitting in this stiff hall with… let me count… one, two, three, four people. That’s it. Four people to witness a day I’ve imagined in a hundred different ways. Jade said he wanted it private. *“No unnecessary attention, Serenya,”* he told me, as if he were doing me a favor, not taking away what I actually wanted. And because I love him, I agreed. Because I thought love meant giving up my dreams. Because I believed a small, quiet celebration would be enough. I’ve always imagined an extravagant engagement party, one filled with people choking on their envy. I try to straighten my back, to smile properly. I want to look like everything is fine, but my baby kicks inside me, reminding me of the life I’m supposed to be celebrating. I glance at Jade—my fiancé. The man I’ve been dating for two years now. The

Cole's POV The cold from the rink hits the back of my neck as I skate across the ice, the sound of blades cutting sharp against the surface. Practice has been going for an hour, and we’re already drenched in sweat. Knox is at the goal, calm and cold as usual, blocking shot after shot like a machine. Nolan keeps circling, trying to distract him with that smug grin he never loses while Finn is beside me, too loud, too competitive, the same as always. I pull back, line up and send the puck flying. It hits the top corner, just brushing Knox’s glove. He doesn’t react and just stares at me with those gray eyes like I barely exist. “Still emotionless, huh?” I call out, skating closer. “You’d think one goal would piss you off.” Knox doesn’t answer. He never does. He just leans down, grabs the puck, and sends it back my way with a flick that makes my wrist sting when I catch it. Finn laughs behind me. “He’s waiting for you to actually *score*, Cole.” I roll my eyes. “I did score. He ju

Reese's POV The moment I step into the room, I don’t even bother looking around as my knees give out and I drop onto the bed like a rock. “God…” I breathe out, staring up at the ceiling. The soft sheets swallow me whole. Every bone in my body aches. “Thank you,” I mumble to Lana, who’s about to leave after helping with my bags. She stops at the door. “You’re welcome, Miss Reese.” “Wait,” I say quickly, pushing myself up on my elbows. “I want to ask something. Don’t be offended.” Her polite smile doesn’t fade. “Of course, Miss Reese.” I hesitate. “Am I… am I going to be living here permanently?” Lana nods. “According to Mrs. Rosabelle, you’ll live wherever her sons live. Which means anywhere they go, you go too—as their coach.” “Ah.” The sound slips out before I can stop it. Her brows lift slightly. “Is something wrong, Miss?” “Oh, no. No, I’m fine,” I lie immediately. “Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.”

Hi dear readers, sorry that the previous chapter was duplicated by the system, I've sent out a message and it'll be deleted, thank you! Reese~ His breath was hot on my neck, his question set me off guard as his hands run down from my neck to my back, moving closer. I battle with my wolf that wants to break out at his scent any moment now, trying to distract myself from the touch of his hands but damn, it is working. I have really gotten myself in deep shit because right now I like what he is doing and where his hands are going. When was even the last time I was touched like this? I turn to face him but he holds me still, not wanting me to look back. "Stay where you are," he growls close to my ear as his hands descend further into my trousers and he rams my ass. Ahh, I gasp as he squeezes it. "Do you like it?" he asks. I bite my lips because I don't know what to say right now. "You really need a little punishment for embarrassing me earlier when you said that, don't you th

Finn’s scent floods my nose, musky and wild, making my wolf claw at my insides. I sit frozen on the bed, my thighs squeezing together as my pussy throbs from earlier. His eyes lock on mine, cold and sharp, like he’s already stripping me bare. “How about we finish our little unfinished business?” he says again, voice heftily rough. He steps into the room, closing the door with a soft click. My heart pounds so hard I swear he can hear it. I stand up fast, backing toward the wall. “Finn, get out. This is my room.” My voice shakes but I try to sound firm. He doesn’t stop, just keeps coming closer, his tall frame filling the space. He's still wearing hockey pants which clings tight to his thighs and I can see the outline shape of his cock, already half-hard. “You didn’t say get out when I had my fingers in your wet pussy earlier,” he says, smirking. “You were moaning like a little slut.” My face burns, but my body betrays me, heat pooling between my legs. “That was a mistake,” I sn