All Chapters of Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

ELIZABETH'S POVThe ice always felt like a second home.Cold, steady, unforgiving. It didn’t care who you were, it didn't bend for anyone. Either you learned how to move with it, or it would tear you apart.The sharp scrape of skates against ice echoed through the rink, filling the air with a rhythm that pulsed straight into my chest. I leaned against the cold railing, the chill biting at my palms as I clutched the bar tighter than necessary. Out there, cutting across the rink like he owned it, was Phillip. Fast. Fierce. Effortless.He skated across the ice like he owned it, every move smooth, every shot effortless. I hated the way my stomach flipped when his eyes met mine through the glass, just for a second. It was enough to send a shiver down my spine, one that had nothing to do with the cold.Forbidden. Off-limits. Dangerous.Not just because of my brother. But because of what he was underneath the jersey, underneath the human mask. The kind of secret that could ruin both of us i

ELIZABETH'S POVThe kitchen smelled like rosemary and roasted chicken. My mother moved quickly from counter to stove, her hair pinned in its usual neat bun, not a strand out of place. I stood by the sink, chopping vegetables like she asked, but my mind wasn’t on the knife or the carrots in front of me. It was on the way Phillip’s eyes had kept finding me in the stands after the game. It was on the strange, restless energy in my chest every time I thought of him.“Keep them even, Elizabeth,” Mother reminded me without looking at me. “Presentation matters when we serve at a pack meeting. It reflects the family.”“Yes, Mother,” I said, though my slices were uneven no matter how hard I tried.The house buzzed louder than usual. A meeting tonight meant our Alpha and many others would gather in the hall, and our home, being one of the closest, always turned into a staging ground. I didn’t mind most nights. But tonight, I hated the way my mother’s voice carried, the way she spoke to the ot

ELIZABETH'S POV The whole pack was alive tonight.Music pounded through the big open hall that served as both community center and party space for our pack. Lights glowed low, casting shadows that danced along the walls. The smell of roasted meat and spilled beer filled the air, mixing with the wild energy of wolves celebrating a victory on the ice.The team had won, which meant everyone was riding the high. Wolves were clapping each other on the back, girls were laughing in clusters, drinks sloshed as people toasted. It was the kind of night where rules softened and lines blurred.But I couldn’t focus on any of it.Not when I could feel him here.Phillip.I hadn’t even seen him yet, but I knew he was somewhere in the room. My wolf stirred restlessly, tugging at me, the same way she always did when he was close. No matter how hard I tried, I could never fully ignore that invisible tether between us.I stuck close to Reagan at first, my brother distracted by his teammates and already