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The corporate wars were still active on the division servers, but the hockey captain and his plus-size nutritionist were no longer running from the storm. ​We had crossed the boundary, and our future was completely secure.

Their eyes met for a split second and Noah’s mouth curved slightly before he looked away. “Captain’s here,” Tyler called. Chase forced a laugh, the sound rough in his throat. “Lace up. We’re running full ice today.” He changed quickly, keeping his back to the room as much as possible. His body still hummed with unfinished adrenaline and the blunt pressure of that thick cock against his ass, the low growl in his ear. Your ass is mine to fill, Captain. Chase took his first few strides on the ice, blades carving deep, pushing the burn in his thighs to drown out everything else. The team fell into warm-ups and Coach finally showed up ten minutes late, barking orders from the bench with a coffee

"The backhand pass. Don't ever do it again." My blood ran cold. It wasn't a threat. It was a warning. He wasn't just my captain. He was my rival. And he was telling me, in no uncertain terms, that while he might allow me to play, he would never let me outshine him. The game on the ice was his. The game in the dark was his. Everything was his.

The ice rink came into view like a memory I hadn’t touched in a while. Bright lights reflecting off glass. The low hum of maintenance machines. The faint echo of skates carving ice. My pulse ticked up. Asher didn’t even walk—he jogged ahead the moment we stepped through the entrance. And there they were. Noah spotted him first. “Captain!” Rowan turned immediately. Ellis followed a second later. Asher broke into a full run, and before I could even blink, the three of them locked hands in front of their chests like they were bracing for impact.

That was exactly why they were in danger now. The heavy steel doors to the tunnel opened. Agent Carter walked onto the rubber runner, her dark trench coat unbuttoned. Her face was set in a hard, pale line that made my chest tighten instantly. “Off the ice, Cross,” Carter called out, waving her hand toward the locker room. “Now.” *** We gathered inside the private coaches’ room behind the main locker room. Noah sat on the edge of the wooden table, wearing his black Chicago Wolves tracksuit. Leo stood right beside him, his arm brushing Noah’s shoulder as he kept his eyes on the door.

Fiona's voice was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. More phones appeared. I watched Michael's humiliation unfold in front of the crowd. Then John appeared. The guy Alex had introduced to me as the Westbrook Ravens captain. He wasn't with the girlfriend he had compared me to at the hotel this time. He stopped near the crowd, his attention fixed on Fiona and Michael. “I think we should leave,” Alex murmured. “Hold on.” I kept watching. His eyes narrowed. “Why are you so invested in this?” I turned toward him. “What?”

he added, his voice uncertain. "Does Coach know?" I raised an eyebrow, already sizing him up. I'd seen him on the ice-kid was good, but he seemed nervous talking to me. He shook his head. "I thought I'd tell you first." I shrugged. "Yeah, alright. Good luck with your family emergency." His face lit up like l'd handed him a gift. "Thanks, Cap. I really appreciate it." After Jackson left to find Coach, Wade let out a low chuckle. "His eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when you said 'good luck'."

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

My stomach sinks, the contents in it threatening to make a reappearance. “This can’t be right. It’s not mine, I swear, Coach. The lab must’ve gotten it mixed up with someone else.” He nods once. “I want to believe you, Captain You’re a lot of things— including the biggest hothead I’ve ever coached—but I’d never peg you for something like this. You care too much about your future career to pull this kind of stunt.”

The crowd goes wild. I look at the clock, two minutes left. We pull our goalie to get an extra attacker on the ice. It’s all or nothing. I have the puck at the blue line. I see an opening and try to force a pass to my winger, but their captain read my mind. He sticks his blade out, intercepts the puck, and lobs it high into the air. I watch it sail over my head. It feels like slow motion as the puck lands and slides into our empty net.