Alle Kapitel von FALLING FOR MY BROTHER'S RIVAL: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 7

Noah’s PovThere were only two kinds of games against Mason Blake.The ones that ended with someone bleeding.And the ones that ended with the media pretending they were disappointed nobody had thrown a punch.Tonight had fallen somewhere in the middle.The final buzzer had sounded nearly twenty minutes ago, but the noise inside the arena hadn’t faded. Fans were still chanting, reporters were crowding the tunnels, and every sports channel in the country was already replaying the moment Mason and I slammed each other into the boards during the third period.Neither of us had started the collision. Neither of us had backed down either.I pulled my helmet off as I walked into the locker room, tossing it onto the wooden bench before running a hand through my sweat-soaked hair. The room smelled of ice, tape, and victory.We had won. Barely.Yet nobody would remember the score by tomorrow morning. They would only remember another chapter in the never-ending rivalry between Noah Steele and M

Noah’s PovThe first thing I noticed when I stepped inside the mountain lodge wasn’t the warmth from the massive stone fireplace or the relief of finally escaping the brutal snowstorm.It was Sophia Blake.She stood near the reception desk with a suitcase beside her, looking just as surprised to see me as I was to see her.For a brief second, neither of us moved.Of all the places in the state, of all the weekends in the year, fate had somehow decided to strand the two of us in the same place.She folded her arms across her chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”I pulled my gloves off and slipped them into my coat pocket. “I was about to say the same thing.”The receptionist looked from one of us to the other. “Do… do you two know each other?”“Unfortunately,” Sophia answered before I could speak.I couldn’t help laughing. “I don’t think she’s very happy to see me.”“You’re surprisingly observant.”The receptionist cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’ll need your name.”“Noah St

Noah’s PovWalking through the doors of the Hawks’ training facility felt like stepping into enemy territory I had spent a decade trying to conquer, except now I was expected to call it home, and every part of me resisted the idea even as my legs kept moving forward because there was no version of this where I got to turn around.The hallway smelled like every other rink I had ever played in, ice and rubber and the faint sting of disinfectant, and yet nothing about it felt familiar, because for years this building had represented everything I fought against every single season.Reporters had been shouting questions outside for nearly twenty minutes before security finally cleared a path, and even now I could still hear faint echoes of their voices bouncing off the concrete walls behind me, asking the same question over and over in a dozen different ways, wanting to know how it felt to become a Hawk, wanting to know if I had spoken to Mason yet, wanting a reaction they could turn into