HAROLDThe air in the bar was thick with the smell of cheap alcohol and the heavy, suffocating weight of a 5-0 loss. I sat at the corner table, my fingers digging into the condensation of my glass until my knuckles turned white.It was late, the kind of night that felt like it was never going to end. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the scoreboard, a shameful number that had never happened in the history of the Vipers."Five to zero, Harold," Miller spat, his voice loud and slurred. He slammed his bottle onto the wood, the sound echoing in the small space. "The Ravagers didn't just beat us, they made us look like amateurs. Last night's game was a joke. Have you seen social media? The fans are calling for our heads.""Shut up, Miller," Jax muttered, leaning forward to catch my eye. He looked exhausted, his massive beta frame hunched over his drink. "Harold doesn't need to hear it. He was on the ice too.""Was he?" another teammate, Bennett, chimed in, his voice dripping with a long-h
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