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Chapter 182: Third Person POV The man's fingers traced the glossy magazine cover slowly, deliberately, his touch almost reverent as it moved across the photograph displayed there, a hockey player mid-action, captured in perfect athletic form, his face focused and intense beneath the headline "Zane Mercer: The NHL's Most Elusive Star." The downtown Seattle penthouse where he sat was dark except for the ambient city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows that made the expensive modern furniture look almost sinister in the dim glow.

She saluted, and we both laughed. I walked back to the desk and picked up one of Benjamin’s files, flipping it open without interest. “Now,” I continued, my tone shifting. “Tell me everything that’s been happening online in the world of hockey.” Shula’s expression changed instantly. The softness disappeared, replaced with focus. That was why I chose her. “It’s bad,” she said bluntly. “Very bad for Canada. But neutral for the United States.” I raised a brow slightly. “Neutral for the United States? Canada and the USA are rivals, when things are bad for them, aren't things supposed to be great for us?”

He leaned forward, pressing a hard, heavy kiss against Liam’s mouth, claiming the morning just as thoroughly as he had claimed the night. "The New York Warriors have a private, subterranean training facility beneath the Madison Square Garden complex," Jaxson rasped against his lips, his breath hot and smelling of dark roast coffee. "It's restricted to NHL roster players only. No media, no selectors, and absolutely no corporate leeches." Liam blinked, his mind struggling to process the sheer arrogance of the solution. "Jaxson, the NHL won't allow a figure skater onto franchise-insured ice. The liability matrix alone—"

“No, I can't do that. Hockey is everything to my guys. We worked so hard for this. I can't... can't just betray my team. like that." “Okay, no problem. I will just simply send this photo straight to George Kensington, Noah's father.” Tobias snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “And then I'll leak it to every major news outlet in the city. Let's see how fast your shiny new rink gets bulldozed to the ground.” He scoffed. “And let's see what happens to your precious hockey career when everyone finds out the Northcott captain is a faggot who sells his body to his rival for cheap money like a freaking prostitute.”

PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Hockey Romance) BOOK 5 Intro; People think being obsessed with a hockey player means posters, jerseys, and screaming in packed arenas. But For Kieran Vey, obsession looks different. It looks like memorizing the rhythm of his skates against ice, learning the exact second his jaw tightens before a fight breaks out on the rink, watching interviews frame by frame just to catch the rare moments when NHL golden boy Bryan Calloway looks genuinely angry instead of media-trained perfection.

Luca POV The crowd was so loud I could feel it in my chest before I even stepped onto the ice. Twenty thousand people packed into the United Center, all of them screaming. Banners waving. Lights cutting through the smoke above the rink. The Chicago Phantoms versus the Boston Bruins, Game Seven of the Eastern Conference Finals. The kind of night that ended careers or made them. The kind of night that got replayed in highlight reels and locker room speeches for the next decade. And I was already bleeding.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're in the game tomorrow, and since you don't know a thing about hockey, I figured we could use this power outage to study something fun for once." "What's that?" I asked, trying to peer at the book in his lap from where I was sitting. Adrien grinned, flipping a few pages as if it were a magazine. "Hockey for Dummies," he said with a wink. "Thought it might be useful for you, seeing as you've missed a couple of practices." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. So, what are we studying tonight? Penalty shots and checking?"

##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?