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At least someone showed up, Dimitri thought. "I hope you don't mind me crashing your party," the man said as he shifted the chip bag into the same hand that held the beer, reaching out to shake hands. "I'm Neal Porter, former alpha of this small community." He lifted the six-pack and chip bag. "I brought a contribution to the party." He shook Dimitri's hand and then Josh's before walking over to the table and cooler to drop off the beer and chips.

I say, breaking the silence in the car. “Yeah?” Lance answers, but Atlas doesn’t move. He just stares ahead as we drive back to the apartment. “What could possibly go wrong if we go see the hockey game tonight?” I ask, glancing at my phone. “We are not here to have fun, Silver,” Lance replies, polite but firm. “I know,” I sigh. “I just want us to go to the arena the Elder Alpha played in before.” Atlas finally shifts. “This is a good opportunity to see what he did while he was in the human world.”

“Then we need to get you out of this room before you start thinking yourself into a grave.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “There’s a hockey game tonight,” she said. “North Valley against Redwood. It’ll be loud, violent, and full of people making bad decisions. Perfect distraction.” “I know nothing about hockey,” I said, sipping coffee. “Neither do half the girls there. They go for Axel Hale.” I frowned. “Who?” Lena stared at me like I had admitted I did not know what the moon was. “Hockey captain. Richer than Midas. Gorgeous. Completely unhinged on the ice. Women love him. Men want to be him. He is the bad boy of the college. Rawr!”

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

This is home, whether they want me here or not. When I reach center ice, I look up at the crowd. Signs everywhere, some supporting us, others calling for our destruction. But in the premium section, I spot the Alpha family box. Alpha Marcus sits in his usual spot his expression cold. His hair is perfectly styled, his dark suit probably costs more than my family made. When our eyes meet across the ice, his lip curls slightly. Not quite a snarl, but close enough. He remembers me. The girl who used to sit in that same box during pack celebrations, back when the Hales were somebody. Before he destroyed us.

The Alpha moved toward me with slow, heavy steps. A maid was crouched at the side of the hall, trembling with fear. She had dropped the ritual dagger earlier. The Alpha reached for it. His hand shook, but he grabbed it. Then he turned to me. Before I could even breathe, the Alpha closed the space between us and pressed the cold blade against my neck. His grip was tight. His breath was hot on my cheek. Then he shouted— “LET’S SEE WHAT YOU WILL FIGHT FOR AFTER I KILL HER.”

she says, then I turn to Daisy, reaching out to hold her tiny hands momentarily. “I made three friends today,” she says, giving a cheeky smile, which I return. “I’m glad my babies are doing great,” Mother says as we drive home. Shortly, we pull up in front of the house, and as Mother parks, I see Hu’s car speed past us, stopping in front of the house next to ours. Come to think of it, I feel stupid for not realizing the house belongs to the Alpha. It’s the only fenced house in the estate, and it occupies an enormous area of land. Knowing I’ll have to live with my biggest mistake next door, I rush upstairs before Mother can get all jolly.

Damn this horny Alpha! We are still outside!

“I know this team. It’s from the human realm.” I turned it around and froze. The name printed there was one I recognized too. A famous hockey player. A very famous one. I stared at it, then slowly looked toward Ella. “Dax plays hockey?” Ella looked just as surprised as I felt. “Apparently.” Of course he did. Because why wouldn’t the terrifying Alpha King of Shadowfen also have a mysterious human-realm hockey life? That man was a walking locked folder with abs but despite everything, I smiled. A real one this time