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The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi. Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l. He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year. "You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat."

The others piled on. "Yeah, sure. Captain Powell's your brother? Please. No way a guy like that's got a spoiled little sister." Then Melvin slapped me—loud and sharp. The crack echoed through the tent. "You're a disgrace," he snapped. "Lying like that—don't you feel pathetic? Say one more word, and I'll toss you into the snow myself." He yanked my arm like he was about to drag me outside. I knew they weren't backing down—they wanted me to lead. Fine. I stopped trying to explain and made one last ask.

“Your girlfriend? Tell me about her.” Melvin smiled, his wolf eyes glowing faintly with warmth. “She is still in university. We grew up together. She’s smart, kind, and stubborn as hell. We promised to marry once she graduates.” Elena nodded, impressed by the devotion in his voice. “This is lovely. Though… you might want to consider changing your job one day. Being a bodyguard comes with a whole bag of trouble.” Melvin's face shifted, thoughtful but uncertain. He had never imagined leaving that path

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

“Hey now, Naomi, I’m loyal to Atlas. And besides, I’m not even into your type.” Naomi paused, looking at the overly defensive Melvin, now with an added hint of speechlessness. “You think I’d want someone like you?” He was wearing a flamboyant purple suit with a bright red tie—who knew what had gotten into him? He looked like he’d lost a bet with a drag queen. Melvin patted his chest in relief. “As long as you don’t like me, we’re good. You wouldn’t understand. This is fashion.” “Right. Fashion that only Melvin dares to wear,” Naomi said with a faint smile. The kind of fashion no one else would dare touch.

Melvin was in the middle of a lat pulldown, shirtless, sweat sliding down his handsome face and over the clean lines of his muscles and abs before finally dripping to the floor. Sarah burst in without so much as a greeting, marched straight up to him, and got right to the point. “Melvin, I want to learn kickboxing. Find me a coach.” Melvin took a deep breath and slowly stopped what he was doing. Once both feet were planted on the ground again, he grabbed the shirt lying nearby and casually wiped the sweat from his head. Sarah looked at how unhurried he was and felt a little helpless, so she repeated herself. That finally got a reaction out of him. He turned to look at her, disbelief written

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

"Enough, man. You made your point. Blood everywhere." "Blood pays for blood," I said. "You took too many. My turn." The refs blew whistles sharp. "Gloves off. Both out. Five and game." I skated to the box, breathing heavy. "Worth every minute." Briggs followed, face marked up. "Captain fights dirty. Never saw that coming." "Never had to before," I replied. "You pushed it. Now sit and think." Viktor met me at the tunnel. "What the hell, Evan? Star player drops gloves? Never your style."

He was too tall, uurgh! "Now, that's interesting. What do we have here? Melvin, come take a look. Our little sister is in love with a fallen angel" "Let me see that" Melvin said and I paled. "No, no, Melvin. You can't see that. I drew a naked spider. You hate spiders remember?" I rambled. "A naked spider? I'll like to see that" Melvin said, smirking. "Uh-no... I lied. I-uh- I drew a naked female ant"