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Next chapter will be coming soon and it'll be heated, we're very close to wrapping this book up. Also dear readers please add my next books to ur library, if U love Erotica with crazy plot then the books are for U Hunted Luna Becomes The Hockey Brothers Possession And The Beta's Temptation... you're bound to get wet

"I know this game very well. Many women have tried to play it with my family." My blood was boiling now. I couldn't believe the shit he was spilling. "Can you just go away? Leave me alone. I came out here to clear my head, not have someone clog my mind with dumb shit." "Yeah, withdrawal tactics. You know I have figured out your game and you're trying to run away." "What game are you talking about exactly?"

This was supposed to be a tactical training session for the end of the year, but for Marco Marten, it was a hunting ground. His dark eyes were locked exclusively on a single target darting across the ice: Jonah Bennett. Every time Jonah took possession of the puck, Marco hunted him down with irrational speed. His hockey stick swung, not to find a scoring position, but to violently shatter Jonah's rhythm. Three months. The clock ticked through Marco's head like a torturous broken record. The child was his flesh and blood. Growing in that sinful woman's womb, and now she was planning to give the Bennet name to something imprinted with his DNA.

“Dad had 312 points in 487 NHL games. Mostly as a shutdown defenseman who could skate with anyone. You’re a flashy forward who coasts on highlight-reel goals and then disappears when the forecheck gets heavy. Different positions, sure—but if we’re talking pure impact? Dad was better. Full stop.” Brittany let out a soft, surprised laugh—half delight, half disbelief. Chase didn’t laugh. He leaned forward. Elbows on the island. Eyes locked on mine. “You really wanna do this right now?” he asked. Quiet. Deadly. I didn’t blink. “Yeah. I do.” Victoria tried to intervene. “Kids—” “No,” Chase cut her off. Still looking only at me. “She wants to talk hockey? Let’s talk hockey.” He straightened. Crack

I didn't move a single millimeter. I turned my head slightly, my freezing, black glare sweeping across the entire locker room, locking eyes with every single player sitting on the benches. "I'm saying this once for the whole damn room," I announced, my voice echoing clearly off the concrete walls, laced with venom. "Janessa Moreno is off-limits. If I hear a single one of you whisper her name, if I see a single look, or if anyone in here calls her a puck-bunny again... you are getting a hockey stick directly to the ribs. I will personally ruin your spot on this roster. Try me. I am begging every single one of you to try me."

I got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery. I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?" I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?" "No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight" Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey g

I really couldn't afford to mess up this year. A lot was at stake. There had been quarrels between us and our border pack, Bloodstone, over the mining lines. The Council of Elders had just set a strict new rule: the winner of this year's hockey championship would get the legal right to control the disputed border for a whole decade. That was serious.

My focus was solely on the steaming cup of coffee in front of me, and the textbook sprawled open with notes scattered everywhere. But that focus wavered when a stranger approached, his sharp suit contrasting against the sea of college hoodies. “Enzo?” The voice, firm and deliberate, pulled me out of my studies. I glanced up, immediately wary. “Yeah?” “Tim Malone.” He extended his hand. “Hockey recruiter. I caught your game last week. You’ve got some skills on the ice.” I shook his hand, still processing the introduction. “Thanks. What can I do for you?”

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.