LOGINElliot POVThe heavy sliding doors of the entrance closed behind us, cutting off some of the noise from the street. As Sebastian's team moved past the security lines inside the bright building, my mind drifted back to the journey that brought us here.Just twenty minutes ago, the rain came down hard. It covered the windows of the SUV we were in. The tires made a humming sound on the road. I put my cheek against the window.The city was a blur as we drove by. We left the part of town where all the big banks are and got into the main streets. I looked at the sidewalks.A big yellow bus drove through a puddle and splashed water everywhere. A woman with an umbrella got mad at the bus driver. A man in an apron was sweeping the sidewalk in front of his bakery. Some college kids were sharing a cigarette under a roof.I smiled because it all seemed normal.My life has been really weird for a few months. I have been in cars and waiting rooms that feel like hospitals. I missed smelling the side
Elliot POVThe heavy silver trophy felt cold against my palm. I put it down on the metal desk with a clank. Dr. Cole didn't look at the award. He kept his eyes on his tablet screen, his face pale under the fluorescent lights of the tunnel office."What do you mean by a strike?" I asked, my hand on my stomach."It is a shutdown, Elliot," Dr. Cole said. He tapped the screen, showing a map of the city's medical districts. "The union stopped all healthcare staff at midnight. Private birthing pavilions, luxury wellness centers, and high-security clinics are all closed. The nurses and specialists walked out."Sebastian moved closer, his arm tight around my shoulder. His open black shirt rustled against my suit jacket. "My people own the St. Jude facility. The security guards report to me.""The guards can hold the doors, Sebastian, but there are no teams inside," Dr. Cole said, looking up with a serious expression. "No obstetricians, no surgical tech staff, nothing. The facility is empty."
Elliot POVThe clock was ticking away. We had forty-two seconds left. The air in the arena was really hot. It smelled bad. I was sweating a lot. It was dripping down my neck and into my grey shirt. I put my hand on my stomach. I could feel my heart beating fast under my suit jacket."Listen up!" I yelled. I slammed my marker on the board.The other players were standing around me. They were all out of breath. Their helmets had ice on them. The noise in the stadium was really loud. It was Game Seven. The score was tied."They think we will just hit the puck and run after it," I said. I drew an arrow on the board. "We are not going to do that. We are going to trap them in the middle. Miller, you need to go and stand between the circles. When their player crosses the line, you need to stop t
Sebastian POVThe big double doors of the arena storage bays slammed shut, cutting off the shouts of the crew. I pulled the bag over my shoulder, and it was really heavy. The wet pads were digging into my collarbone. My knees hurt from being on the ice for twenty-eight minutes. My lungs still felt the sting of the air. We won Game Four. It did not feel good. We played two games in a row. It was tough.I did not go to the team bus that was waiting near the exit."The car is waiting at the south gate," Aris said, coming out from behind a pillar. He fixed the thing in his ear. "The guys on the street made sure it is safe to drive. The road to the highway is clear.""Did Elliot take his medicine?" I asked.I walked past the people from the media,
Sebastian POVThe smell of my hockey gloves hit me like sweat and old leather. I sat on the bench in our locker room, the sharp smell of wintergreen oil burning my nose. The Redmoor Kings were all getting ready around me. It was Game One of the playoffs. We had just finished playing on our home ice. I was still thinking about some security footage.I put on my jersey, pulling it over my shoulder pads. The captain's C was on my breast. I could feel my body getting ready to fight, a fury under my skin. Daniel and Devereux were out in the city, thinking they had a plan to get to my mate. They thought the playoffs would distract me. They did not know that when an alpha is cornered, they play to win."Listen up!" I shouted.The locker room was silent. The coaches stopped talking. All twenty players looked at me. My scent filled the room, sharp and aggressive."The opponents play rough," I said, my voice low. "They think they can bully us on our ice. We do not back down from hits tonight. W
Elliot POVThe crowd was going wild, their cheers shaking the walls of the arena. Thousands of fans were screaming, all their voices mixed together in a noise that I could feel through the floor. The TV lights were shining down on the ice, making it look super bright and white.I was standing at the center of the bench, holding onto the wooden rail. The air smelled like ice and sweat. It was a smell I knew from when I used to play hockey. Now I was wearing a suit. My stomach was showing.The media cameras were all lined up along the glass, watching my every move. For the three days, all anyone could talk about was me, an Omega coaching a playoff team while pregnant with a billionaire alpha's baby."Keep it simple!" I yelled, trying to be heard over the noise. "Get the puck deep. Make them work! Do not give them any space!"The players jumped onto the ice, their skates cutting through the frost. The Redmoor Wolves were the underdogs, playing against a team with a lot of money. The anal
Elliot POVThe flash of a camera lens caught the edge of my vision through the restaurant window.I didn't flinch. I kept my chin up, my jaw set in a relaxed, easy smile that felt like cardboard against my teeth. The atmosphere inside Bistro Lumière was a dense mix of expensive perfume, roasting ga
Sebastian POV My chest hit the hard plastic of Kofi’s hockey stick.The cold wind from the cracked loading dock doors swept down the concrete tunnel, but the air between us was a powder keg ready to blow. Kofi didn't budge. He kept his feet set on the rubber floor matting, his large hands clamping
Elliot POV The grand ballroom of the Redmoor Plaza looked like a shimmering gold cage. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a bright glare across hundreds of guests dressed in black-tie attire. The air was a suffocating mix of expensive perfume, bubbling champagne, and the unde
Elliot POV The steel doors of the Redmoor Wolves' training facility slammed shut behind me. The loud noise echoed down the concrete tunnel, heavy and loud.The smell here was familiar: stale sweat, ice, bleach, and leather. For six years, this was my safe place. The only place I felt in control, s






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