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As long as Diego could make me feel like the center of the universe, I realized I could overlook almost any friction between us. And overlook it I did. We fell back into a routine—studying nearly every evening, though the library was quickly replaced by the privacy of the Riverside Duplex. We’d make an honest attempt at the books, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, the gravity between us would inevitably pull us toward the bedroom. It felt like a functional truce. I was getting the academic support I needed and the most intense physical connection of my life. It was the best of both worlds. Who wouldn't want a brilliant, lethal hockey star as their personal tutor and lover?

So I’d left before dawn, slipping out while she slept, determined to cut her out of my life. My stick slammed a puck into the net, the impact jarring my arms. Sweat dripped down my jaw, my chest heaving. I’d come to the rink to escape, to drown her out with the burn of muscle and the sting of cold. But those eyes—those damned hazel eyes—clung to me, pulling me back to her. She was the reason my name was trending for all the wrong reasons, the reason my father wanted me off the ice and into the family’s real estate empire, married to Sophia Lang, some polished heiress I didn’t give a damn about.

As his biological heart swelled with a massive wave of emotion, his intellect instantly integrated two distinct realizations: happily-ever-after parameters did actively exist for his independent life path, and the primary plotline for his upcoming hot hockey romance manuscript was going to operate as a deeply personal, autobiographical file. "Deliver full verbal confirmation," the alpha rasped from the ice. Val dropped his own knees directly onto the frozen surface, and Finn immediately wrapped his powerful arms around his chassis to pull his frame tight against his chest. "My system demands a singular condition," Val murmured against his ear. "Oh, your soft strength is actively introducing

"Hello, sir. My apologies for the inconvenience. I didn't know the room situation would be so… stressful for the Alpha." Mr. Darius's eyes widened a little. "You… you two know each other?" Riven opened his mouth to say something, but I was faster. I just smiled, a simple, disarming smile. "Yes, sir. We just met today. But we’re teammates on the hockey team. He's my captain, so..." Mr. Darius’s face brightened immediately. "Oh! That's wonderful! That's even better! This is a good thing then! You two can get to know each other better as teammates. Riven, I think this is solved then!"

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

She stares after him as he leaves as her heart beats in worries at the thought that she was falling for Knox Callahan, Stonebridge’s rude, playboy golden boy, and the realization terrifies her. Author’s Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for diving into my hockey-themed story! I’m thrilled to share that I’ll be updating daily, so please add this book to your library to get notified when new chapters drop. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments and would greatly appreciate your votes to support the story.

Chapter One Allison If my brother Zane found out what I was wearing under his best friend’s hockey jersey, he’d probably have a stroke right here in the luxury suite. The jersey belonged to Roman Greyson. Number 87. It was massive, made of heavy black-and-silver mesh that swallowed my frame, smelling exactly like him—expensive cedar wood, icy rink air, and a faint hint of pure, intoxicating male heat. It fell down to the middle of my thighs, completely hiding the ultra-tight, emerald-green silk dress I’d poured myself into for later.

Americus puffs up with obvious pride, like she's discussing advanced degrees from prestigious universities rather than her informal education in hockey culture. I can't help but smirk slightly. "What a useful life skill for literature seminars and philosophy discussions." "It absolutely is!" Americus insists with complete conviction. "You don't understand the transferable skills involved here, Silver. Hockey locker rooms aren't just changing areas. They're kingdoms with their own complex social hierarchies and unwritten rules. And the players? They're basically knights in really expensive, extremely smelly armor." Riley actually laughs at this description, quickly covering her mouth with her