All Chapters of FAKING IT ON ICE: DATING THE SPORT KING: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MIKKA"No! You listen!" I roared, fighting back my tears. “I cleaned hotel rooms so you could train at night. I forged your training logs in secrets so the League wouldn’t ask questions. I was your secret for two years, Levi. Your brain. Your calm. Your mate.”The memories bite me like it haunted me.I wish I could hit him but I couldn't, love was cruel.Levi chuckled, mocking me as he'd been replaced by a sigh that obviously means this conversation should come to a close.“And look how that worked out for you.” I shook my head, still finding it hard to believe. My wolf bared her teeth. “I did your studies at 2AM while you smiled for Nicole at the gala" I said closing up the space between us "I told myself it was strategy. That you were protecting us and when the league got close, you cut me with a lawyer"His eyes dropped to my mouth, jerked up. He looked exhausted, angry...I sensed fear."You want a medal for it?" He barked. "I only needed your brain mikka" he confessed "You were

SEVENI shouldn’t have come home because the house was too loud, not after spending the night at a friend's place.Of course the TV. She'd sit at it, with so much loathe because he was on it.It was Levi, holding the cup with the headlines written: WESTON CROWNED CHAMPION. ALPHA TALK NEXT?I could tell she had repeated that play thrice now when the wins happened yesterday, cussing.Mom was on the couch, arms crossed. She didn’t look at me when I walked in.But then the girl from the rink had my mind occupied, her weary face, her messy hair.The way she talked like she thought she could control me.It was stupid.It was cute.I sensed her weak wolf, the fear like their lives depended on that request which made it worse.Oddly, I can't trust anyone who once worked with Levi. The thought of that only makes my wolf flash before my eyes.But I'd stabbed myself with a repellant just to keep him at bay."Do you see that?" Mom began, pulling me to reality. "He did it overnight."Her fragrance

MIKKABy afternoon, my arms felt like they were falling off.I dragged my old suitcase across downtown Toronto until the little wheels squeaked louder than the traffic. Every crack in the sidewalk made it jump, and every step reminded me that my knees were still bruised from yesterday. I had nowhere to go anymore. The apartment was gone, my scholarship was gone, and even the tiny basement room that smelled like Levi had disappeared from my life like it had never existed. I finally dropped onto a cold bench outside Union Station and pulled my suitcase close, afraid someone would steal the only thing I had left.People rushed past me without looking twice. Businessmen carried coffee. Students laughed together. Tourists pointed cameras at buildings. Everyone looked like they had somewhere to be while I felt like I belonged nowhere. My stomach growled so loudly that I almost laughed. I opened my wallet. A few folded bills sat in it, barely enough for one proper meal, and after that... not

MIKKA.I woke before the sun.My neck ached so badly that I had to sit still for a full minute before I could move. The hard plastic bench inside the bus terminal had become my bed for the night, and every bone in my body reminded me of it. Around me, people hurried to catch early buses while cleaners pushed their carts across the floor. Nobody noticed me sitting there with my suitcase beside me, looking like someone who had been forgotten.My phone was completely dead, and I couldn't even check the time anymore.After digging through my wallet, I counted the little money I had left. It wasn't much. If I was careful, I could buy one meal later today. Instead, I walked to the small coffee stand near the entrance and spent part of it on the cheapest cup they sold. The paper cup warmed my freezing hands, and for a few seconds, that tiny bit of heat felt like the nicest thing anyone had given me in days.I sat back down and reached into my bag.My notebook.The pages were already worn fro

MIKKA.The next morning, I promised myself I wouldn't stop trying.No matter how tired I was, I couldn't afford to give up. I folded the same clothes I had been wearing for two days, brushed my hair as neatly as I could inside a public restroom, and forced a smile at my reflection. I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. She looked older than twenty-three. The dark circles beneath her eyes made it seem like she hadn't slept in weeks instead of days.My first stop was a small café.The manager welcomed me kindly and even offered me a seat while he looked through my résumé. He smiled when he reached the section about university and nodded several times. Hope slowly grew inside my chest as he asked about my work experience. For a moment, I believed today might finally be different."Everything looks good," he said warmly.I smiled."Thank you.""I'll just need your updated work permit."My smile disappeared."I..."His face changed the moment I hesitated."I'm sorry,” I said, lo