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"The bet is over. You won. Everyone knows. You don't have to keep playing the part of the attentive boyfriend in your own house." His expression shifted. The corners of his jaw tightened, a small muscle pulsing there. "The bet." "Yeah. The one where you see if the girl with the viral breakup is pathetic enough to fall for the hockey captain. Remember that bet?" Ryan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, his hand slamming against the shelf next to my head. The sound echoed in the small space. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his scent—mint and something metallic, like the ice, suffocating me.

The headlines were worse. ‘Hockey star Duke Smith spotted with mystery woman. Is he cheating? My chest tightened. The comments were wild. I shouldn’t have read them. But I did. ‘Who is she? She definitely threw herself at him.’ ‘I want to see her face. Let’s see how she looks.’ ‘No woman comes between Duke and Lisa. They are our power couple ‘She’s probably ugly, that’s why he’s hiding her face’ I couldn’t read anymore. My hands started shaking. My breathing became uneven again.

I shot back, meeting his gaze despite the way it pinned me. His lips twitched. Not quite a smile, but something that made my pulse jump. “Bad whiskey and bad decisions,” he murmured. His fingers grazed my wrist as he pushed the glass closer. The touch was electric. It sparked a feral heat that surged through me. My wolf clawed closer to the surface. I sucked in a breath. My control frayed as his scent wrapped around me. It pulled me in. The bar’s noise faded. The clink of glasses, the drunken laughter all faded until it was just us.

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

I stroke her arm, from elbow to wrist, again and again. — I'll never forget tonight, she says. — Me neither. — Even in a hundred years. — In a hundred years, I'll be dead. — Then I'll remember for both of us. I laugh softly. — You're romantic. — So are you, you know. — No. I'm pragmatic. — You're romantic. You hide it, but you are. — Maybe. — Definitely. The hotel appears. Magnificent, illuminated, majestic. Its windows shine like benevolent eyes. Its marbles gleam under the moon.

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”

Riley observes, not looking up from her book but clearly following the conversation. Americus ignores our less than enthusiastic responses, her eyes sparkling with the kind of mischievous energy that usually precedes her best stories. "You know what it's really like inside a proper hockey locker room? The energy, the constant chirping, the inside jokes that build up over entire seasons? The weird rituals and superstitions that don't make sense to outsiders but are sacred law to the players?" She pauses for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying having a captive audience.

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

She squeezed my hand, but I barely felt it. I was too busy watching Sarah’s hand. She had reached out and placed it on Jax’s forearm, her fingers tracing the line of his vein. A strange, hot anger flared in my chest. I felt an irritation that had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with the way Jax wasn't pulling away. "You're awfully quiet tonight, Liam," Jax said, his voice dropping to that low crawl that always got under my skin. "Something wrong with the steak? Or is the conversation not professional enough for you?"