Todos os capítulos de The Lycan Captain's Off Limit Obsession : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

DebraWhen I looked at the photos on my laptop, they seemed better than they had when I viewed them on my phone.I sat in my office with the blinds closed, and a cup of black coffee sat beside the keyboard, slowly going cold. Elissa was standing behind my chair, and she still had her coat on. She had come in twenty minutes earlier, and she had not sat down yet."Show me the crop again," she said."This one?""The terrace."I clicked. The image spread across the whole screen. It had been taken through the glass door, so it was a little grainy, yet it was clear enough to see. Keshera was sitting on the stone railing with her arms wrapped around Romani's shoulders, and his face was pressed against her neck."You can see her face," Elissa said."I made sure that you could.""And his face?""Obviously, you can't see his jersey number. But he is the captain. Everyone at that gala knows who walked out there with her.""Good. Next."I clicked once more. This particular one was from an earlier

KesheraBy the time I finally got out of bed, my name was the number one trending topic in the entire country.I sat on the edge of the mattress, holding my phone with both hands. Right next to it, the number read 2.1 million posts. Beneath that, the headline from Debra's article had been duplicated into so many other headlines that it was impossible for me to figure out which one came first and which one came last."Don't read it," Romani said, standing in the doorway."But I have to.""No, you really don't.""This is about me.""And that is exactly the reason you shouldn't read it."Even so, I kept scrolling. Someone who was a hockey fan had written a lengthy post in which they called me a parasite. A woman I had never met before had written that she felt sorry for me. A man had posted a cartoon showing two hockey sticks and a mop."It's bad," I said."I know," she replied."It's really bad.""I read it at midnight.""You read it at midnight and you didn't wake me up.""You were asl

DexterThe very first hit of the game landed just forty seconds after the puck dropped.I was carrying the puck along the boards when Romani came charging across the neutral zone at top speed. I spotted him closing in and got myself ready for the impact. Even so, it made no difference. His shoulder slammed into me right under the chin, and the glass behind me rattled all the way from one end of the rink to the other."Easy, Captain!" our bench shouted.The referee blew his whistle. Romani circled back around, and his face gave away nothing at all."Two minutes," the referee said, pointing at him. "Elbowing.""That was clean.""It was high, Drey. Go sit.""Whatever you say."He glided over to the penalty box slowly, with no hurry in him whatsoever. I pushed myself up off the ice and wiped my mouth with my glove. There was blood on the leather."Are you alright, Cole?" our coach shouted over."I'm okay.""You've got blood on you.""That's just my lip.""Well, get over to the bench regar

ElissaThe club was quiet that night, and that quiet was exactly why I had picked it.There was no sign out on the street, just a brass door set between a bank and a bakery that had closed. Inside, a man in a gray suit stood waiting and took my coat without saying anything. He walked me down a hallway of dark wood to a room at the far end, and I let myself in.West was already sitting there. A glass of bourbon sat in front of him, along with the same lazy smile he always had."You got here before the time you were supposed to," he said."And so did you," I replied."I came early because I was hoping to get the good chair," he said."There isn't a single good chair in this whole place," he replied."In that case, I wanted the one that faces the door," he said."That sounds a lot more like something you would say," I replied.Vinnie stayed seated in the corner, keeping his arms folded across his chest. He stayed where he was and did not get up. He gave a single nod, and in return I gave

KesheraI found myself pressing a bag of ice against Dexter's eyebrow, even though I hadn't made any conscious decision to do it.I told him, "Keep still."He replied, "I am.""You're not. You keep moving your head around.""I'm looking at you.""In that case, look at the wall."By that point, the game had already been over for twenty minutes. The mixed zone was a long corridor with a rubber floor and a row of blue backdrops along it, and people were filling it up quickly. Reporters were standing behind the barriers, holding microphones. Players came through in towels and warm-up jackets, and they stopped whenever someone called them over.Romani was at the other end of the corridor with the team's media officer. From where I was standing, I could see his back. He was doing an interview with a national network, and he had said it would take him ten minutes.I had been standing near the equipment door when Dexter came out of the trainer's room and spotted me."You shouldn't be talking