2003 Captain Hook Novels & Stories

Relief that she was walking around on her own and doing better, which calmed my nerves. “Coach Dante…” Janie began slowly as she made her way into the medical station, her eyes still flitting between both of us. “Does your team know?” Her voice rose so high that I flinched at its sharpness. “Does the team know that she has been seducing you, which is why you haven't fired her for trying to kill your captain's mate?” “Janie You're back and well.” Dante began to put some space between me and him before he leaned against the table behind him, his hands in his pocket with a neutral expression on his face.

Heat rushed to my face, followed by a wave of ice that settled deep in my stomach. “No.. Not him… He can't be here, not after what had happened in the past.” I tried to convince myself. Ward Bennett, and the man who had once held my heart in his hands and then crushed it without a second thought. The golden captain who had promised me forever and ever. The same man who had vanished from my life in the most public, humiliating way possible. Three long and painful years of rebuilding myself from the pieces he had left behind. Three years of ignoring the pitying looks, the gossip, that I had been nothing more than a publicity stunt.

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."