Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan Captain's Off Limit Obsession : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

RomaniI punched a new code into the keypad the second we walked through the door, one I hadn't given her, one only I knew."What are you doing?" she asked, watching my fingers move over the panel."Making sure nobody walks in uninvited again.""You mean making sure I can't walk out.""That's not what I said.""It's what you meant.""Nobody's holding you prisoner, Keshera.""Then what do you call a locked door with a code only you know?""I call it a precaution," I said, turning to face her fully. "After Dexter walked straight through the front door last time, and after Elissa let herself into my apartment without even the courtesy of a knock, I'd say a new code is the least of your problems tonight.""Convenient excuse.""It's not an excuse. It's a fact.""Funny how every fact seems to work out in your favor.""You think I enjoy this?" I asked, my voice sharpening slightly. "You think I like watching you collapse on sidewalks trying to put distance between us? Locking that door isn't

DebraElissa's messages had gotten sharper over the last few days, and I'd learned better than to keep her waiting."You said you had something bigger this time," she said the moment I picked up."I do.""Tell me.""I found a doorman," I said, leaning back in my chair, my laptop open in front of me. "The building where Dexter Cole lives. Turns out the night staff keeps better records than people realize. Sign-in logs, timestamps, security footage retention.""And?""And I have Keshera Rogers signing into that building the same night she supposedly interviewed Drey for the first time," I said. "Timestamp puts her arrival less than two hours after her scheduled interview slot ended.""That's useful.""It gets better," I said, scrolling through the files on my screen. "I also managed to get a partial clip from the hallway camera outside his unit. Grainy, but clear enough to identify both of them. Her going in around eleven that night, not leaving again until past eight the next morning."

DexterI found her in the mixed zone the second the final buzzer sounded, cameras and reporters still swarming the hallway behind me, microphones shoved toward players as they filed off the ice."Dexter, not here," she said, glancing around at the crowd of press. "Not now.""I don't care who's watching.""I care.""I don't," I said, stepping closer, backing her toward the edge of the mixed zone barrier, away from the thickest crowd but nowhere near private."Dexter, please, Romani's still doing his post-game interviews, he'll..""Let him."I didn't give her time to argue further. I cupped her face in both hands and kissed her, right there in the hallway, under the bright overhead lights with at least a dozen phones already angled in our direction.She froze for half a second before her hands found my jersey, gripping the fabric, kissing me back with the same desperate intensity that had been building in both of us since the second period, since every collision on the ice had sent the

KesheraRomani spread the photos across the kitchen counter the next morning, each one pinned down by his fingers like he needed something to anchor his hands."Look at these," he said.I stepped closer, scanning the images one by one. Grainy stills of a man in dark clothing standing near the boards during a game weeks ago. A close-up of a stick, the blade edge sharpened in a way that wasn't legal under any league regulation. A financial document with numbers highlighted in yellow, a routing trail leading from an account to another, and another, before finally landing on a name I didn't recognize."I don't understand what I'm looking at," I admitted."This man," Romani said, tapping the photo of the figure near the boards, "delivered the hit that put my brother in a coma. And this," he tapped the financial document, "is the payment trail that led to him. It originates from inside Dexter's pack.""You keep saying that like I'm supposed to automatically believe it.""I'm not asking you

DebraI watched the broadcast from my office, waiting for the exact moment the article would hit, a glass of wine untouched on my desk while the national pre-game coverage played on mute in the corner.My phone buzzed exactly on schedule.*Live,* the notification read.I switched the television audio on just in time to catch the anchor's expression shift, her earpiece clearly feeding her new information mid-segment."We're getting some breaking news just now," the anchor said, glancing down at a tablet in front of her. "A report just published detailing a reporter's alleged relationship with two rival team captains. We have the images here, and I want to warn viewers, some of this content is explicit."My phone rang before the anchor had even finished her sentence. I picked it up without checking the screen, already knowing who it would be."You're watching this?" Elissa asked, her voice sharp with satisfaction."I'm watching it.""They picked it up faster than I expected.""I told yo