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I quickly find a spot where I can see the view outside, I sat on it and there is nothing I can do but wait until I arrive at my destination. I was about to grab my phone to at least play a game and spare my time when I heard my Game name being announced on the small television right above the bus. ( it's been a day yet the BLKQ gaming hasn't filed their official statement about the scandal of one of their players. And fans are getting more outrageous on what is the real score between the famous midlaner and the only daughter of the miller family.) I was still on the news and it's getting more heated day by day. When will the President declare it? I guess they are still trying to deaden the s

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I take a moment to process that — although questionable, makes sense — before we say our goodbyes and I start heading toward the office. Me: Diana’s off the suspect list. Unfortunately. Adrian: Told you. Dia can’t even kill a fly. I roll my eyes. A second later, I get a DM from @thEodotrink. I grin. He’s sent a post about some Alberta player caught dealing to minors, then messaged: “I call dibs on the press release being something about defamation and suing the preparators.” Me: Quite bold of you to assume it won’t just be ‘player unavailable to confirm or deny.’

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Like opening a door he had already closed. I sighed and tossed the card across the coffee table. It landed face-up. I reached for the remote and unmuted the TV. “—and according to reports, several prominent figures may be connected to these secret matches, including former national players and celebrity athletes. No names have been confirmed yet, but a source close to the investigation says it could shake the industry.” I blinked at the screen. It wasn’t just a rumor. They were really going after people now. And Jax had mentioned it once, casually, that he used to play in some closed-door circuits when he was younger. He’d never called them “underground.” Never made it sound illegal. But now

If a player was caught in a toxic cheating scandal, or worse, linked to reckless behavior and destroyed property, the athletic department would drop them before the media could even catch wind of it. Jace’s lazy posture vanished in an instant. His gray eyes darkened, turning dangerous as he snatched the phone from her hand, his knuckles turning stark white under the glaring party lights. "I told you, that wasn't me. Someone is fabricating this shit to tank my season."

But as Ryan helped me up, my phone buzzed with a new message from the unknown number. Unknown: Perfect. But the real show starts tomorrow. During the public red carpet interview, you will “accidentally” reveal that you’re the one in the leaked video. Tell the world you loved every second. Or the full unedited footage drops at midnight. The game had just become public. And I was about to step into the spotlight, whether I was ready or not.

“Your performance personally,twenty-two goals this season, leading the league. But some analysts say you’ve been playing more aggressively than usual. Taking risks you didn’t before.” I tilted my head slightly. “Why now?” He chuckled but not in an amused way. “Why did you leave?” This time he looked at me intensely. I went completely still for a moment. The cameraman shifted behind me. That wasn’t on the list. “That’s not relevant to this interview,” I whispered nervously. Mason leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving mine. “Five years,” he murmured, pretending like he didn’t hear what I had said. “And that’s what you open with? Hockey?”

he said. I led him to their rooms. Shayla slept with her dragon plush. Lucas had kicked off his blanket. Aiden’s crib was quiet. Lucian stood in each doorway for a long time. Then he turned to me. “I’m not losing this,” he said. I believed him. But in the hallway, just before dawn, my phone lit up with a new notification. A breaking-news alert. *Ethan Whitaker Announces Retirement: “I’ve Lost More Than Games—It’s Time to Focus on What Matters.”*

“Evidence is the problem. We don’t have it. Because you moved the witness. Because you sealed the bunker. Because you’re acting like there’s something to hide.” The pouch under my jacket felt heavier. So did the burner message waiting in my pocket like a countdown. Silas lowered his voice just enough to sound reasonable. “If there’s nothing to hide, bring her out. Let council verify the claim. Let the pack see your control.” “No,” I said. His brows lifted. “Then you admit you can’t.” My wolf snapped up inside me, furious at the implication. I kept my face empty. “You want to see her,” I said. “You want to put your scent on her and call it concern and then use her like a pawn.”