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It felt like I blinked and then was gone again. It's only November, and the season last until spring. Pouting, I glance down at my phone. Nathan: I'm sorry that I'm so busy. I'm just working out, eating, and sleeping. The hockey season lasts until April. I'm exhausted but need more mass since NHL games are on a whole other level. Another message pops up. Nathan: We could talk on the phone tonight if you want? My stomach churns. The last time Nathan promised we would cam with each other, he never picked up the phone. It left me worried. He claims he fell asleep, yet I'm just...Ugh!

“Yeah, baby bi boy, I really do. How many out gay men do you see in the NHL?” He looks away, lips twisting as he searches his memory. “Uh… there was that defenseman for the Rockies a few years ago…” “Noah Adams,” I say flatly. “Nice kid. Nobody remembers him though. Signed, benched, forgotten. Retired early.” His voice drops. “I didn’t know that.” “That’s the point. It’s not dramatic. It’s quiet. You just… don’t talk about it. And I’m fine with that. I don’t need anyone in my business.”

News headlines. "Love on Ice: The Volkov-Montgomery Story Leaks Early." "Chapter 10: 'The Night He Begged.'" "Fans Go Wild Over Explicit Details." Damian sat up so fast his head spun. He opened the first link. A leaked P*F. The book's cover—two hockey players silhouetted against the ice. He scrolled to Chapter 10. "The Night He Begged." The chapter started with the abandoned rink. The cold. The blood. Sebastian's voice, transcribed from their interview: "I told him to beg me to hurt him. His voice cracked when he said please."

A perfect shot calls out the host over the PA system. “Brannigan has shown us what he’s got everyone. He’s still gold the touch and goes down in the books as The Golden Boy of NHL. We can clearly see why he holds this title. Give him a round y’all.” My heart swells with pride, I remember all the times I was a kid on the ice my stick almost bigger than me, mucking around with Atlas when we were six or seven. And to still have the title after so many years in NHL, well it makes my heart swell.

Her mask slid to a stop near my feet, staring up at me like an accusation. I picked up the puck from the bench, my hand trembling, not from fear, but from the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I fired it as hard as I could against the wall, the sound of the impact sharp and violent. The NHL game was my last chance to prove myself, my final shot at a career I'd bled for. And I would make it count, especially now that Nico had set me up for failure and had dangled my reputation and my relationships like bait.

Jay Ten Years Later… The first thing you learn in the NHL is that nobody gives a damn about where you came from. Not your junior stats. Not your hometown. Not the rink you grew up freezing your ass off in while your parents screamed from the bleachers. The only thing that matters in this league is what you do on the ice and for the last ten years, I’ve been answering that question the same way every night. I’ve made damn sure everyone knows exactly who Jay Mercer is and what he can do.

“Wait—did this start today?” I nod my head. “Uhm, I think so. I noticed a strong scent hit my nose during practice, and I perceived it again on the Icewolves captain. Since it touched him, it’s like… it’s like my nose got plugged into a speaker.” I lay back and close my eyes. She goes still. “Him?” I don’t open my eyes. “Ronan.” She raises both brows. “And you’re acting weird because… what? You’re emotionally invested in hockey now?”

I don’t stop running until I slam into the glass window of my favorite comic shop. I press my palms to the glass, shaking so hard my teeth chatter. My breath fogs the window. And then I see it. The new release. Hockey Star is Obsessed With Me. The final book. It’s propped up in the display like it’s waiting just for me. I push the door open and stumble inside. The bell jingles softly above me. The clerk barely glances up. I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle.

Not love letters, nothing overtly romantic, but still enough to destroy me in front of everyone. The Alpha flipped it open dramatically. “Oh, this is good.” My face burned with humiliation. “Give it back.” He ignored me completely. Instead, he started reading aloud. “‘Damon scored twenty-three goals in eighteen games.’” More laughter followed. “‘Fastest player on the ice. Strong left-side attack.’ The crowd laughed harder. I took a desperate step forward. “Stop.” “‘Favorite move during power plays—’” “Stop!”

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun