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Williams just took it. "You need to end the hockey game!" Mariam screamed, her voice cracking with pure rage. She stepped into his space, her chest heaving, pointing a manicured finger at his chest. "Stop playing hockey! It is affecting our marriage! You care more about that stupid puck and the Blackwood Alphas than your own pack. Than me!" Well, that was the excuse she gave for today's violence. Every day had its own reason. Yesterday, it was because he returned from the pack borders too late. The day before, it was because he hadn't tasted the dinner she ordered the cooks to make.

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.

"Zane is the Beta heir, Al. He’ll handle whatever pack duties come next for the Vance family. But Roman... Roman is the Greyson heir. The second his dad steps down, Roman takes the Alpha throne. The pack expects him to choose a high-ranking Luna. If your scent changes tonight and he doesn’t notice..." "Roman is my best friend," I interrupted, my chest tightening. "He looks at me like a kid sister, Sarah. Besides, you've seen the tabloids. The man changes women faster than he changes his hockey tape. He’s not looking for a mate. He's enjoying the fame." A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the crowd below. My eyes instantly locked onto a chaotic scuffle breaking out near the goal crease. A

“Landon!” He pulled me into a quick hug. “Missed you this summer, Tessy. My family’s lake house wasn’t the same without you.” “I know, I’m sorry. Work was brutal.” We were still chatting when a deep voice cut through the room. “Do you mind? You’re blocking the door.” Ryder King — arrogant hockey player extraordinaire — stood there looking annoyed. We quickly moved aside. He strolled past like he owned the building. “What’s he doing in this class?” I whispered.

“I just got dumped. Publicly humiliated. Emotionally wrecked. I’m not signing up to play a girlfriend for a famous man.” “It’s not playing,” she says. “It’s strategic.” “That makes it worse.” She sighs and sits across from me. “Alex needs a girlfriend.” “I don’t care.” “He needs one now.” “I still don’t care.” “He needs one to fix his image.” That gets my attention. Just a little. “What image?” She hesitates. That alone tightens my chest. “Maddie.” She exhales. “There was an interview. Something he said got twisted. Sponsors are nervous. The team is nervous. They want stability.”

Better than the rich kids who could buy their way back if they fucked up. And now this. Now Damien, with his smirks and his hands and his voice notes that made my stomach flip even when I hated him. Now Jax, showing up like some quiet hero who didn’t ask for anything. I couldn’t be poor and gay at the same time. Not in this world. Not in hockey. Everyone knew the stories , guys who came out, got dropped from teams, lost endorsements before they even started, became locker-room jokes or worse, became nothing at all.

His voice cut through the room. Every muscle in my body stiffened as he looked at me with complete disappointment. "You are so embarrassing. Imagine the whole nation finding out that the wife of Damien Volkov, captain of the Boston Wolves, is so dumb. Sometimes I wonder if your brain is just for decorative purposes." My heart clenched tightly at the hurtful words Damien hurled at me and for a second, I couldn't breathe. Everyone believed Damien kept our marriage private because he wanted to protect me. That was the story people loved. The devoted hockey captain protecting his wife from public scrutiny.

Another practically threw her bra onto the rink causing me to roll my eyes. But then, I caught myself staring. Not at the players but at him; Ledger Rivers, captain of the hockey team and the campus playboy. The guy with a unique style that probably had a signature trademark. Last night, he had whispered his address in my ear like it was an invitation to ruin and I accepted, thinking it would be a one night detour from heartbreak. But now, watching him on the ice, something shifted in me. He moved like he belonged there, like every muscle in his body was tuned for this moment.

She mumbled to herself. “Do the guys have issues every season?” I asked nonchalantly, “Oh yes. Liam most times gets into scandals with women that he's dating, and he's surprisingly quiet this season. And then some of the guys too. But never Mason.” She said in a tone that made me know that she was down talking as she stared into her system. Scandals with women. I never knew about that. Probably because I distanced myself from hockey when I went to university at first. Not wanting to see what dad was doing. So, I might not exactly have seen the news.