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POV: Chloe The entire arena shook with noise. Cheers thundered through the massive hockey stadium while bright lights flashed across the ice rink. The air smelled like cold ice, sweat, popcorn, and excitement, blending together into the kind of electric atmosphere that made your pulse race before the game had even truly begun. But none of that held my attention.Only Ethan did...I sat near the front row with Ethan’s jersey drowning my smaller frame, my fingers wrapped tightly around the railing as I watched him glide effortlessly across the ice during warm-ups.God.He looked unfairly good tonight. The black and silver team uniform hugged every inch of his powerful body perfectly, emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders and the thick muscles in his thighs. His dark hair was slightly damp already, falling messily over his forehead while he laughed at something one of his teammates said. Even from here, I could see the sharp confidence in his grin. The crowd loved him. No, obsessed

POV: Tristan Mate...The word exploded inside my head the instant I touched her.Seven years...Seven fucking years...And the moment our skin met, my wolf still recognized her immediately.Mine!Every instinct inside me snapped awake so violently that for one dangerous second, I nearly lost control in front of Ethan. I stared at Chloe’s face, barely recognizing the cold, composed version of myself reflected in her trembling eyes.She came back...After disappearing without a word, after destroying me, shattering my heart. She came back into my territory wearing another man’s scent. Not just any man, my brother’s scent. My wolf went insane.“Rip him apart!Take her back!Mine!” Zain growled within me. The possessiveness slammed into me so hard my chest physically hurt. Yet outwardly, I remained perfectly calm. Years of Alpha training were the only thing stopping me from losing control completely. Ethan was still talking excitedly beside us, unaware that the atmosphere around me had a

POV: ChloeWhen I returned to the dining room, Tristan was already seated. He looked exactly as he had before I left. Composed, unhurried, one hand resting loosely around his wine glass like the last fifteen minutes had been completely unremarkable. Only I knew what was still burning beneath the collar of my dress. Ethan stood the moment he saw me, his eyes moving quickly across my face. "You okay? You look pale.""I'm fine." I slid back into my seat and reached for my water glass. "Sorry."He watched me for a second longer than felt comfortable, then sat back down, his hand finding mine under the table and squeezing once. I let him hold it and stared at my plate and tried very hard not to be aware of Tristan directly across from me."I've spoken to Mrs. Hale." Tristan set his glass down with quiet finality. "The mountain road is already flooding. No one is driving down tonight." Ethan's brow furrowed. "Tris...""It isn't a discussion." His voice was even, almost gentle. The voice