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"I know about her." I looked at him. "I have been watching you," he said. "Since I got back. Because that is what you do when someone has been moving into your life while you were away — you watch them. You find out who they actually are." He said it with the flat certainty of someone presenting a conclusion they had arrived at through genuine effort. "And what I have found out is that Knox Rivers — hockey captain, campus hero, the guy who was so concerned about Ember's safety — has been running something on the side this whole time."

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

The visitor’s locker room in Vancouver was cold. ​The air smelled of old sweat and synthetic cleaning wax. ​Rhys sat in his stall near the center wall, his gray training shirt damp. The game was three hours away, but the tension inside the team was already a physical pressure. ​Miller and Henderson, the two veteran defensemen, stood five feet away. They held a digital tablet, their faces serious and aggressive. ​"Keller," Miller said, his voice flat. "The Vancouver sports blogs just leaked an audio recording from your Chicago rehab sessions last year. You are heard telling the team doctors that the Seattle franchise is a marketing brand that doesn't understand hockey."

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

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.*

“Stop. We’re not doing that. We’ll stay positive, not spiral into negativity.” Her gaze flicked downward suddenly, locking on something under the door. She pulled away from me and bent down, her hand emerging with a glossy slip of paper. “A ticket… a hockey ticket.” Her brows furrowed. “It’s just one.” My heartbeat stumbled. A ticket. Hockey. My stomach twisted with instant recognition. Nick. She handed it to me, her fingers still shaking. I turned it over and froze. Scrawled across the back were words that made my blood heat.

What am I going to do when I turn into a stupid donkey in a second? Adeline, you're really done for. It seems like God doesn't love me at all. The moment I turned the corner, my prayers went unanswered. Leaning casually against his sleek black car, looking like trouble wrapped in confidence, was Travis. One hand tucked into his pocket, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. Dark sunglasses perched on his nose, shirt rolled at the sleeves, every inch of him radiating that cocky, dangerous energy I stupidly remembered far too well from last night.

As I walked past their room, I heard the hockey team mirror their girlfriends' laughter. Of course their friends had come to further add fuel. As I shut the room behind me, I immediately started packing up my clothes and when I was done, I finally put on my phone. Messages and calls immediately came in and I called the only person that mattered now, “Jackson, could you get me out of Cali tonight?”

Finally, I shoot him a look. “Why would I be scared?” I retort. Zack smirks. “Because you don’t know anything about hockey. Lucky for our company, I do.” He turns to Daniel confidently. “Don’t worry, sir. I can take care of this.” I rub my forehead and sigh. If only he knew the half of it. It’s true that I’m not a big hockey fan and Zack is — it always seemed like more of a werewolf thing to me. Werewolves, Alphas especially, have a tendency to be stronger than ordinary humans and excel in sports. Some humans liked to watch it, sure, but I never really had.