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"I love you more than anything. More than hockey. More than money. More than everything I ever thought I wanted. More than my own life." "I know." "Promise me we'll never lose this. Promise me we'll never lose each other. Promise me we'll never go back to who we were. Promise me we'll never be apart again. Promise me we'll always choose each other. Promise me we'll always fight for us." "We won't. We won't lose this. We won't lose each other." "Promise me."

“What? No! Alex, don’t you dare say that. I didn’t tell you this so you’d throw away everything you’ve worked for your whole life!” “Hockey’s been my dream since I was five years old,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “But dreams change. I’ve known so many people, been with so many girls… even you, back then, when we were both broken and reckless and hiding from the truth. But the girl I met that night at the club—drunk, crying, throwing up on my shirt, begging me not to leave her alone… that girl wasn’t just someone I slept with. That was you. The real you. And that changed everything.”

The message ends everything. I stare at my phone. The screen does not change. The words stay where they are. I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. Ten years. Ten years of choosing him. Ten years of waiting. Ten years of believing love was enough. My fingers shake. I read it again. Then again. As if the meaning will soften. As if the words will apologize. They don’t. “This isn’t funny,” I whisper, though I know no one is joking.

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

As soon as my classes were over, I stomped over to the arena and sought out Ace on the ice. I walked on and slowly made my way closer so he could hear me. “Ace Huxley!” I screamed. He spun around and almost fell on his ass when he heard me. “Isla!” His face lit up as he took his helmet off and skated over, but it quickly fell when he saw how pissed off I was. “What happened?” “Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?”

“Do I look like I’m trying to get you into bed?” “Yes,” I deadpanned. “Your face literally says, ‘I want to fucking break you.’” “God, you’re cute. Feisty too.” Travis threw his head back and chuckled. I grabbed the drink from his hand. “I’ll prove to you I’m not a kid.” Bad decision. One drink turned into two. Two into… I stopped counting after four. The world around me grew softer, lighter. My head buzzed, and my cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

For those few minutes, I just wanted to enjoy being around the guys. Ronan suddenly reached for the comic I had been holding. “Hey.” “What?” I asked as he took it from my hand. “You haven't even read it.” “I was going to.” “You've been staring at the same page for five minutes.” I frowned at him. “I was thinking.” “About hockey?” “Obviously.” He gave me a look that told me he didn't believe me, but he handed the comic back anyway. I placed it on the table and settled against the pillows again.

She was the bravest person I knew, and she did not deserve to die on a dirty hockey rink. I placed my hands on her pale cheeks, feeling the terrifying chill of her skin. The legendary Alpha energy inside my veins was still screaming, pulsing like hot lava beneath my skin. It was a massive, untamed power, and I did not want it if I had to live in a world without her. If her light could save my life in the locker room, then my life force was going to save hers right now. I leaned down, closing the distance between us. I pressed my lips against her cold lips in a desperate, final kiss.

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

The cursor blinks in the search bar. Seventy thousand dollars. That's rent, care fees, everything, with enough left to build back some of what I've spent. I played hockey for seven years. I know the game the way you know something you loved before you chose something else. When I told Kai that medicine cost me something I loved, I wasn't lying. The head coach at Ellington is a woman called Harlow, I looked her up once for no reason I wanted to examine and she runs a serious program that wins.