LOGINRhett’s
“Hi,” I manage to say calmly, but my voice comes out extremely hoarse. Cassian smirks and walks back to his bed where he is unpacking his stuff; my eyes trail over the magazines on the bed—nude men on display—and then to the pack of condoms he just pulled out. He picks up one of the magazines, the smirk still on his face. “He’s pretty hot, innit?” I swallow hard and look away, taking off the rest of my gear. Cassian’s eyes are on me as I pull off my jersey leaving me bare-chested, and suddenly I feel too exposed. I pull the shirt back on immediately which only makes his smile widen, and then stalk into the bathroom. The warmth of the water does nothing to help. I just stand there under the shower for what could have been hours hoping that when I finally step out, Cassian is asleep. “Your girlfriend is at the door,” his voice suddenly calls out, and the bathroom door opens. “Thought I should let you know. Should I let her in?” “Get out!” I hiss sharply, hands covering my groin. My heart is hammering against my chest painfully. “Nice body,” he winks and then shuts the door. My cheeks are a flaming red color by the time I step out with a towel around my waist, and another one covering my chest because… well… Cassian. I walk to the door and poke my head out, instantly annoyed. “Savvy, now’s not the time.” “Your dad looked pretty mad… just saw him leave here… I, um… thought I’d check on you in case he chewed you out.” “Yeah, well, I deserve it. Now, can you leave?” A flicker of sadness flashes through her eyes and then she leaves. I want to feel guilty, but I just can’t. ><|>|<|>|<|>< My eyes are burning when I wake up. I wince as I roll over on the bed and squint so I can barely see, only to find a discarded bottle of pepper spray on the floor beside me. Cassian is nowhere in sight from what I can deduce, but I know the bastard is responsible. I stumble into the bathroom, hitting almost everything in my way and then let water run over my face. When the pain subsides to something bearable, I take a shower and get dressed. Class has to wait. I make my way towards the admin block and to a section for dormitory registration. There’s a woman sitting behind a glass on her computer. “Hi. You’re the one in charge of dorm assignments?” She looks up at me through her glasses. “Rhett Reed. Pleasure seeing you—should you not be in class?” “Listen, there’s been a mistake with assignments, so if you could just change my roommate… assign him elsewhere.” “Let me see…” The clacking of her keyboard fills the air and then her brows furrow. “Yeah, not possible.” “What do you mean?” I ask, confusion furrowing my brows. “Well, there’s a window of three months to request a change of roommates and that has elapsed. It’s locked into the system.” “What?” I splutter. “No, that’s not… he just came yesterday.” “This shows he’s been actively staying in the dorm for close to a year.” I blink rapidly, my mind swirling in confusion. How the fuck is that possible? I’d been in my room alone since last semester and he likely only just transferred. How the hell did he rewrite the system? “Thanks.” I storm away in annoyance, heading to the garage where I park my car. I need to go to the packhouse to speak to my father so he could do something about it. The drive to the packhouse is a blur. When I get there, I walk into the house and head straight to my father’s study. “Why aren’t you in class?” he asks without looking up from his laptop. The tone of disappointment is evident. “I need a room change, Father. The guy they put in my dorm—he’s, um… a distraction. He’s disrespectful and he’s—” “You’re skipping your education to complain about a roommate?” My father scoffs, looking up from his laptop. “After that pathetic display on the ice last night, I expected you to be working twice as hard to prove your discipline.” “He’s not letting me…” I pause; I can’t tell my father that a man is distracting me. What if he gets the wrong message? “Father! He’s disrespectful and insolent and—” “He is a student,” my father interrupts, standing up to his full, intimidating height. “If you can’t handle one boy in your living quarters, how do you expect to handle a pack of wolves looking for a reason to challenge you? You stay where you are with whoever the roommate is. You’re the Alpha’s son, so put him in his place! Consider it an exercise in stoicism. Now get out.” I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “Understood, Alpha.” I drive back to the university in a daze, my hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. When I finally push open my dorm room door, his scent floods my nostrils. Fuck, why does he smell so good? “Hello, roomie,” Cassian greets just as soon as I walk into the room. He walks towards me and grabs the scruff of my neck, pulling me closer until our noses are only inches apart. “I heard you were in the office today. Trying to get rid of me… Only after a day?” “N-no.” I have no idea why I am stammering. Put him in his place my father had said… if only he knew how difficult that is. “Try that again,” he threatens, “and I’ll make sure your father finds out exactly why you’re so obsessed with keeping me out of this room.”Rhett Savannah is already fast asleep beside me, snoring softly as she’s snuggled deep under the covers. The room is completely dark, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the window. I stare at the ceiling, my mind running in a million different directions aa it feels impossible to sleep despite the fact that I am exhausted. It’s even more difficult because I am trying not to turn around too much so as not to wake Savanah.When I can’t hold the position I am in any longer and I turn my head to find a better position, my eyes travel toward the floor and catch a glimpse of her jacket on the rug. Suddenly I remember the way she had quickly slid that little object into her cloth pocket when she thought I wasn’t looking.Very quietly, I slip out from the bed, making sure the mattress doesn't move or make a single sound. Savannah doesn't even stir. She just shifts slightly and continues sleeping.I tiptoe across the floor until I am kneeling right next to the jacket, my heart pudi
CassianI push the dorm room door open, holding a paper bag with a half-eaten sandwich inside. It is already late afternoon, so the dorm is quiet as most of the students have gone out for the weekend. I walk inside, expecting to see a very familiar sight of Rhett lounging on his bed, looking completely miserable, or staring at his phone as he does every weekend before he ends up going to hockey training.But the room is completely quiet.I set my lunch down on the table and look around, then walk over to his side of the room, my eyes scanning the floor. His black duffel bag he usually keeps by his closet is missing from the corner. At first, I think he probably went to training early, but then I notice the closet is slightly open and a few of his everyday clothes are gone from the hangers, too.He left.But to where, and why?I sink onto my own mattress, a strange, frustrating emptiness settling deep into my stomach. Ideally, I should be happy that the bastard isn’t here to glare at m
Rhett I needed to get away from Blackridge.Between feeling suffocated by my father paying me surprise visits, the rumors spreading around the hockey team, and Cassian constantly finding new ways to drive me insane in that dorm room, I just needed to breathe.So, I packed a bag and decided to take Savannah to my late mother’s cottage for the weekend. It was a small, secluded place deep in the woods, about an hour away from the campus. I hadn’t been here in about three years because every single time, I remembered that she had died and how she died, making me angry and bitter all the same. But now, I had come here to confront my worst fears.The plan we had was simple: clean up the dust and make dinner together. Savannah had been really excited about it, but I really was not. It just felt like a relief to be out of the city.“It’s really beautiful here, Rhett,” Savannah said softly, placing a box of groceries on the wooden kitchen counter. She smiled at me, looking around at the dusty
Cassian Three bubbles appear on the screen as soon as I send the text, dancing for a few seconds as Jacob starts to type a response, and then they suddenly disappear. I wait for a few more minutes for a response, hoping it’s because of a bad Wi-Fi connection on his end or mine, but there is nothing. A cold sweat breaks out across the back of my neck. I tuck my phone deep into my pocket, look once at the closed bathroom door where the water is still running, and step out of the room without thinking. My legs are moving before my brain can even formulate a rational excuse for what I’m doing. I keep telling myself I’m only doing this because I want to destroy Rhett my way, but the panic I feel is telling a completely different story. I am only lying to myself about what I truly want. The hallway is freezing cold, and I am not even sure if Jacob us in my block or not. There is no reason why Rhett should be going out again this night, so it can’t be tonight he has whatever gang pl
CassianRhett walks into the room just as I am putting away my laundry I have just received from the dry cleaners. He sighs when he sees me and rolls his eyes, dropping his helmet on his bed. “So, what’s this about, huh?”“What?” I ask, blinking innocently at him. I cross my arms over my chest as I take a few steps toward him.“Jacob? Savannah?” He scoffs and shakes his head, sucking his teeth. “Yeah, you’re up to something that’s not good.”I tilt my head at him and lift my brows. “You sound paranoid. I hear therapy works for constant paranoia… that it might be PTSD from something traumatic. Or maybe you’re scared of karma. Did you do something bad, Rhettie?”He lets out a laugh of disbelief, and this time, he is the one that takes a step forward, until there’s almost no space between us. “Wow, Cassian. Who knew you had so much evil in you… you mentioned therapy to Savannah, didn’t you?”“She agrees you need it,” I smile graciously. “We got to talking, and she admits there’s somethin
RhettCassian is up to something, and I need to know what.First, he had been playing nice with Savannah by the bleachers, and as soon as practice was over, she had come to tell me that my roommate was nice and cared about me. Now, I am walking into the locker room to see Jacob sitting and talking with Cassian fucking Storm. I just can’t prove it yet, but I am sure as fuck my gut feeling isn’t wrong.“What the hell is this about, Storm?” I ask in a cold tone, walking up to him until I’m completely in his space.“I don’t know, Reed. What do you want it to be about?”“Stay the fuck away from this arena or space, Cassian,” I warn him.The door opens behind me, the rest of my teammates pouring in. I take a step back, give a tight smile, and then walk off.Savannah is waiting for me outside, a hoodie on her arms. “You look angry, babe.”I say nothing in response to her and keep walking while she follows behind me.“You’re walking to the dorm? And you didn’t even change…” she comments.I st
Rhett’s POV“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I manage to say. I want to snarl, but my stupid wolf is too busy being restless and practically begging me to lean into the touch. I have no fucking idea why. “Really?” He asks. The hatred in his eyes is unmistakable, despite the smirk on his
CassianFrom where I am sitting on the bleachers, I can see the exact moment the rug is pulled from under Rhett’s feet.He is standing on the ice, looking completely paralyzed as the coach yells at the entire team. His mouth is slightly open, his eyes blinking in absolute confusion as Jacob gets ch
RhettCassian doesn’t move for a very long time.He just sits there on the bed, staring up at me with a murderous expression that could literally kill someone if looks were capable of that. His eyes are locked into mine, anger evident in them as he tries to process that I actually have him cornered
Rhett“Rhett, come on!” my teammate yells as I dodge a hit from the defenseman, making sure to keep my balance. The goalie is sliding left, leaving the top right corner wide open. It is a guaranteed goal that would give us a tie.Four seconds left.For a split second, my eyes drift to the front row







