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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.

“Goalie’d pulled out to challenge a rush that didn’t happen. I was at center and saw the angle open up.” “Saw it or felt it?” Chase paused. “Both.” “That’s the thing they can’t teach,” Dad said. “The read.” Chase nodded once—sharp, like acknowledgment he wasn’t used to accepting gracefully. “Reynolds calls it ‘puck vision.’ Says either you have it at instinct level or you’re always a half-second behind.”

he asks as we watch Cameron’s SUV drive away. “He just took me out to breakfast,” not wanting to spill any of his secrets. These boys need to know they can confide in me without any risk that I'd share their personal information with anyone. They must have complete and total trust in me in all areas of their life if we want to continue to win hockey games. They know without a doubt, secrets about their personal life are safe in my hands. As safe as their careers. “I'd like you to meet Candice,” Quickie nudges her again and then pulls her arm forward in an attempt to prompt her to shake my hand.

“Yeah, that’s the thing I’ve found behind the portrait in Grandpa’s secret room. Scared the life out of me and Wolfie. Not exactly something you’d want to hang over the fireplace, huh? Looks like somebody took a medieval executioner and taxidermied his face. No wonder Grossman’s hot for it. Perfect match for his ugly face.” Dick pocketed his phone with the kind of efficiency that made you wonder how long he’d practiced it. “I strongly suggest we hand it over to Tom. This thing could make him the hero of the day—Chip and Dale bracket of helpful. We need him to disrupt the auction. Grossman’s inviting every member of the Rulers to that mansion. And they do the heavy lifting for him—old money,

Juliette’s POV The arena was unusually quiet that evening. The usual echo of pucks striking the boards and skates carving ice was replaced by a tense hush, as if the building itself knew something was off. My fingers shook as I pulled my bag tighter to my chest, my eyes darting to every shadow that stretched across the rink. The messages from the unknown number had multiplied, each one colder than the last: "Do not trust the obvious. Not him. Not yet. He is a wolf in disguise."

clubbing ain’t as fun without you. There’s a picture, too, Isaac pouting in a manner Callum knows is only slightly exaggerated while he sits in a booth at Dusk. He can just make out some of the others crowding in around him. The club’s interior is dark as hell. He bites his lip for a moment. Isaac is the first person he tells things to. Isaac isn’t even having that much fun at the club. Isaac usually spends one night a week minimum in the guest bedroom he’s proudly claimed as his. He breathes in deep before he rings him.

Still, he failed to see me again. Half a year later, the East Port expansion was completed. I stood upon the highest platform of the port, watching massive cargo ships slowly dock at the shore one after another. James handed a letter over. "Miss, it's from Harrison Tucker." I didn't take it. "Burn it." The ocean breeze whipped up my long hair, and in the distance, a ship's whistle blared. My life had only just begun.

My eyes widened in shock, “I have never heard about something so incredible. Can I learn it too?” He said, “Yes. You can! Not just this, we have many more secrets like this. You can learn every single one of them when I take you to my pack.” “Gosh, I am excited now. When are you going to take me?” “Soon. When you are ready.” “Heh?” I wanted to ask further but I was distracted by the cheering of men from the poker table. Me and Xavier walked over to check what was going on. One of the senior members was praising the Alpha, “Another game undefeated! No one can ever defeat our Alpha when it comes to poker.”

Bernadette shook her head with pursed lips. “This was one of his biggest accounts and as you can see from the files, all confidential. He kept this one close to his heart so I don’t know much apart from who to contact to set up meetings. All that information you’ll find in your emails.” Aria bit her lip knowing that she had her work cut out for her, but nodded and thanked Bernadette before she left. “Okay, let’s see what we have here.” She picked through files till she came to one that was labelled “Memorandum Of Incorporation”.

"But- How is that even possible? Werewolves and humans cannot be mates." The Alpha sighed. Now, he had no choice but to disclose his true identity. He prayed he was not making a mistake by trusting Nathan with this information. "I'm about to tell you something no one else knows about me, and I need to you make sure it stays a secret..."