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The referee dropped the puck, and the game began in a flurry of movement. The rink was alive with the sound of skates slicing through the ice and the clatter of sticks colliding. Enzo and Matt worked together to create a fast break, passing the puck back and forth as they advanced down the ice. The opposing team's defense swarmed around them, trying to block their path, but Enzo's size and strength proved too much to handle. With a powerful shot, he sent the puck flying past the goalie and into the net.

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

The bookstore was exactly how she had imagined it: floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with stories that smelled of aged paper and binding glue, the sunlight streaming in through the front windows to illuminate the floating dust motes like tiny diamonds. It had been six months since Jax had officially retired from the NHL. The transition had been smoother than either of them had dared to hope. While the sports world had mourned the loss of "The Glacier," Jax had traded his pads and helmet for a life of quiet stability. He was currently in the back of the shop, kneeling on the floor as he organized a shipment of new hardcovers, his movements efficient and his focus absolute. "You’re going to give

***SPILL THE TEA CHRISTIAN*** Sean’s POV I had just rounded up the last part of the afternoon session with the NHL officials, and my ears were completely burned out. It was so incredibly boring. They mentioned the word “restrategize” about a hundred times like it was a holy mantra. Old men in suits yapping about defensive zone structures, player chemistry, bla bla, fucking bullshit. How did Tyler even manage to sit through these meetings without his ears bleeding out?

She had to be. Through the fog and rain, the Titans facility rose ahead… a gleaming tower of glass and steel, massive banners celebrating decades of championships swaying slightly in the wind. The sheer size made her pause in the car, mouth dry, stomach tight. Even before she parked, she could hear the faint rhythm of pucks hitting ice somewhere inside, echoing like a heartbeat of the place. Her pulse raced faster. She parked, exhaling slowly, letting her eyes roam over the polished exterior. The Titans world was bigger, louder, and sharper than she had imagined.

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Carol’s POV “I’m sorry, what?” Alison’s mother asked. I turned to look at her mother and gave her a compassionate smile. “I want your daughter to join our pack,” I told her. “The Capitol,” Aiden told them. Alison’s father’s eyes grew large as he stared at Aiden. “I knew I recognized you,” he said, shock evident in his tone. “You’re the future Alpha of the pack. You are also the star hockey player, Aiden Cruz. I’m a huge fan of the Statford Freeze.”

I pursed my lips while Bee stared at me apologetically. "Sorry," Bee mouthed but I merely shook my head as if she was saying it was all right. As the bagel girl retrieved the puck from beneath the post, she quickly passed it to me. Kate must have already anticipated an easy victory. 'He's underestimating me,' I thought. Taking advantage of Kate's underestimation, I took a step back and the people fell in a hush as I finally found myself in front of their goal post. My stick hit the puck in a smooth motion and it soared up above Sophie's shoulder. The arc was perfect and the post shook as the puck hit the net. The crowd who were initially silent, erupted into exclamations of surprise.

Their golden eyes glowed in the darkness, reflecting my every move. I stood inside the circle of ancient runes, their pale light creeping over my skin. A reminder that anyone standing in this circle—even an Alpha—had to strip away his pride. Here, the law wasn’t mine. The law was only theirs. Eldric’s staff, belonging to the oldest Elder, struck the stone floor. The thud echoed, shaking the chamber. “Kaelan Viero,” his voice was low, raspy, yet filled with power. “The Alpha of Nightbane who chose hockey over his pack’s blood. At last, you return.”