LOGINSebastian 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
Sebastian POVThe only sound in the bedroom was Elliot's breathing. I smoothed the sheet one time to make sure the blanket was tucked around his shoulders. My scent was over the fabric, sealing the room from the outside world. Elliot was asleep, his body relaxed after the exhaustion of the foyer and our intense bond.I got out of bed. Walked down the long, dim corridor of the penthouse to my private office. I didn't put on a shirt.The steel door locked behind me with a motorized hiss. I sat down in the leather chair. The terminal arrays came to life. Three curved monitors turned on in the room, casting a cold blue glow over my chest.I tapped my wrist terminal. Transferred the high-priority alert to the main desktop screens."Aris," I said into the microphone."I'm tracking the sedan now, boss," Aris responded. "The tactical team put a beacon on the bumper before they opened the gates. We're three blocks behind him in a van.""Tell me about the satellite feed," I said.On the center
Elliot POVThe heavy steel doors at the end of the hall closed with a click. The smell of lilies was still in the air, but the elevator took us away from it. By the time we got to the floor, the only sound was the storm hitting the windows.I walked into the bedroom. My body was tight, muscles stiff from what happened. Still feeling the effects of the argument. My fingers are shaking. My heart is racing. My sweat; sharp, a sour smell from anxiety. My instincts are still on alert, telling me to protect myself and the people I care about.Sebastian came into the room behind me. He threw his tablet on the nightstand without looking at it. Looking at me, his eyes fixed on my shoulders, seeing how tense I was."Elliot." His voice was low, calm, filling the room.I did not say anything. I sat down on the bed. Looked at my hands. My knuckles were red and sore. I kept thinking about what Daniel did. He tried to touch my stomach. It made me feel sick. He looked perfect, belonging in the billio
Sebastian’s POVDaniel's fingers were reaching for the cotton shirt. His hand was less than an inch from Elliot's stomach.Before I could lung forward, Elliot moved first. My mate's hockey-honed reflexes went live, his hand clamping around Daniel's wrist like a steel vice. I saw the pure shock flash in the intruder's eyes as Elliot twisted his arm out, pinning him in place with a low, lethal warning.A red haze took over my vision anyway. I could not control the protective rage roaring inside my chest.I stepped into the gap. My massive hand came down, wrapping right over Elliot's fingers to secure Daniel's trapped wrist in an even tighter, icy grip. I squeezed until the bones beneath the white wool coat shifted.Daniel made a sharp, gasping noise. His entire arm went stiff under our combined hold. He tried to pull away, his heels slipping on the wet marble floor, but I would not let him move an inch."Step back, baby," I said to my mate. My voice was not normal. It was a bottomed-out
Elliot POVThe air hit my face as the lift doors opened. The green emergency lights were flashing over the black marble floor, making everything look really clean and cold. Then I smelled something. Under the smell of my alpha, which is like cedar wood, there was this sweet smell that I did not like. It smelled like flowers and some kind of spice that is made in a lab. It was a perfume that rich people wear.This smell made my stomach feel bad.I got out of the elevator. My body got ready to react like when I play hockey. I looked across the room and saw Sebastian. He was wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up. There was a man pressed up against him wearing a white wool coat. This man had his arms around Sebastian's neck, and his blond hair was on Sebastian's shoulder.Sebastian had his hands on the man's wrists, holding him in place.I stood up straight and got ready to defend myself. I felt like I was about to play a game. The strong feelings inside me were burning. This is my
Elliot POV The line from Chicago did not stay silent. Sebastian’s voice shifted from a dark, rich rumble to a sharp, feral roar that rattled the small speaker of my phone. "Elliot! What was that sound? Elliot!" I didn’t answer. I rolled off the bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor with a
Elliot POV The heat cycle slammed into my bones like a blindside hit into the boards.I rolled onto my side, my nails clawing deep into the silk mattress protector. My skin was on fire. A thick, wet sheen of sweat covered my ribs, glueing my black t-shirt to my stomach. The bedroom smelled complet
Elliot POV The black receiver rattled as Sebastian slammed it back onto the cradle. The sound was loud in the dark office, a sharp snap that cut through the thick smell of iced cedarwood. "He is offering a truce," Sebastian said. He did not look at me. He kept his hazel eyes fixed on the window,
Sebastian POV The buzzer at the front door cut through the quiet kitchen. I set the coffee pot down, my muscles stiffening. My hand instinctively went to the heavy marble counter, my body shifting into a defensive stance before I even realized I was doing it. The fresh bond in my blood was still







