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Riven Heat surged up my neck, even though I should never feel hot here on the ice. My blood was boiling already, my fist gripped hard on the stick. “Reset! Stay sharp!” I commanded my team. The puck dropped again. This time, I won the puck with a clean strike, drove it forward. We cycled fast from left wing to right, right to center, working it like we’d drilled a hundred times. We pressed hard into their zone. One of my boys fired, and their goalie blocked, but the rebound came loose. I skated in, lined it up, and all of a sudden, Sky was there. Again. He swept in from nowhere, stole the puck, and blasted up ice.

“Andre —“ It’s obvious that he is about to interrupt but Dylan scowls. One hand raising to cover the man’s mouth whose eyes open wide in shock. “You didn’t let me get a single word in last time, so it's my turn…Getting closer to you, spending time with you. Learning about fuckass hockey, that i never cared about before. Watching the way you lead your team fiercely and knowing just how kind and sweet you are off the ice—those are things I would never want to go back to not experiencing and it fucking sucks—“ he chokes on a sob, eyes pooled with water but he’s been holding this all in to himself and he’s going to combust if he doesn’t just relieve this crumbling pressure off of his chest.

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

As he descended the stairs, Lyon looked at the rippling muscle of Viktor’s frame and thought of a few unprofessional things he might like to order the goalie to do, too. He found a pair of skates and a stick. The pack gave them a wide berth, watching with predatory curiosity. Lyon stepped onto the ice, shivering slightly, but his heart was racing too fast for the cold to take hold. It was time for his secret: he hadn't just written about hockey because of the gossip. He had grown up in a house obsessed with the sport. He had spent his childhood chasing his brothers across frozen ponds. Viktor slid the puck toward him. Lyon caught it with the stick, a fluid, practiced motion. He slapped it ba

Lena’s POV I tried to keep my face neutral, to just be Lena Brooklyn at hockey practice, but every sound was sharper, every movement in my peripheral vision felt like a potential threat. My body was a live wire, still humming from everything I’d learned. His eyes burned into me, unrelenting.

I shove the folder back into my bag as music explodes through the speakers. The lights dim and spotlights sweep across the rink. "Starting lineup for your Darkthorne Wolves!" I hear over the loudspeaker and the crowd loses its mind. One by one the starters are introduced. Then comes the loudest reaction of all. "YOUR CAPTAIN... BROCK AXT-OOOON!" Brock skates onto the ice and takes his place at center, ice spraying beneath his skates. I see his expression through his helmet and I know that he has his game face on. Focus and determination. There are very few things in this world that Brock loves more than hockey.

The locker room of the New York Glaciers smelled like wintergreen, expensive cologne, and male sweat. To most fans, this was the smell of victory. To Oliver Hartley, it just smelled like forty thousand dollars of student debt. Oliver adjusted the strap of his heavy massage kit. He was twenty-three years old, with messy blonde curls that refused to stay flat and bright blue eyes that usually held a spark of mischief. But today, those eyes were tired. He had graduated top of his class in nursing, but nursing didn't pay enough to clear his loans fast. Being a massage assistant for a star hockey team did.

Raven’s POV We stayed like that while the rest of the team shouted and crashed boards around us. Luca called next. He set up cones and pucks in perfect lines. “Strategy,” he said. “You are fast and strong but you skate like you are alone. Hockey is pack.” He made me run patterns until my brain hurt more than my body. Pass, receive, screen, repeat. He never raised his voice. He just watched and corrected with one quiet word each time.

“And I also think he is targeting me and trying to get me off of the team an-“ I asserted to say again but Ryder cut me off. “Wait, wait…how the fuck do you know all of this?” he questioned suspiciously How fucking else? “The bastard dared to tell me himself. Can you believe that?” I replied. Well, he did tell me about him trying to sleep with Astrid but not about the hockey part but I am certain of it.I thought to myself.