Chapter One: The HitThe puck slammed into the boards with a crack that echoed through the arena like gunfire. The impact shuddered up Jax Harlan’s spine, but he didn’t flinch. He never did. That was the job. Be the wall. Take the hits, give them back harder, and make damn sure the other team remembered your name the next time they thought about skating too close to your goalie.Tonight it was the Ice Wolves.Their captain Ronan Kane had been in Jax’s space since warm-ups. The guy skated like he owned the ice, all controlled power and cold precision, movements economical and lethal. During face-offs, Jax caught Kane watching him from across the red line, dark eyes sweeping his line like he was sizing up prey.Rivalry bullshit, Jax told himself. Nothing more.He crouched for the next draw, stick down, skates biting into the ice. The ref dropped the puck and chaos exploded. Jax surged forward, shoulder-checking one of Kane’s wingers clean out of the play. The crowd roared—home ice advan
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