LOGINJeffery’s POV“I love you,” Roland said softly into the phone. “I miss you too. I wish you were here.”Those words hit me like a punch in the stomach. I stood there in the doorway, frozen. My heart stopped for a second. Roland was in love with someone else. All those intimate moments last night, the way he held me, the things he whispered, they meant nothing. I felt sick. My stomach twisted tight.He must have heard me move because he turned quickly. His face went from soft to guilty in an instant. The phone call ended quickly. He tried to explain right away. “Jeffery, wait. It’s not like that. Let me talk.”I didn’t want to hear it. I pushed past him hard, shoulder bumping his chest. Tears already blurred my vision. I grabbed my shoes and jacket by the door. “Don’t follow me,” I snapped, voice cracking. The elevator ride down felt like forever. Floor after floor. I burst into the cold night air, breath coming out in puffs. My cheeks were wet. I walked fast, not caring where I went. B
Jeffery’s POVI stood in Roland’s bedroom, lights dim. My hands shook a little. We’d been building up to this all night after the game, stealing touches in the car and kissing in the elevator. Now it was just us. No team yelling, no friends watching, no fake boyfriend stuff. Roland stepped close, eyes soft. He pulled me in slowly, hands warm on my waist like he was scared I’d pull away. When his lips met mine, it wasn’t rushed or rough. Just gentle pressure, warm and careful. My body lit up anyway, heart racing, skin tingling everywhere.I kissed back, scared and excited crashing together. Terrified he’d stop and leave me wanting more, excited he might keep going and give me everything. His mouth moved softly against mine, tongue teasing just a bit. I melted into him, hands grabbing his shirt tight. He tasted like mint and the drink from earlier. My omega instincts surged hard, that warm safe feeling spreading through my whole body. I felt wanted. Really wanted for once.Roland pulled
Roland’s POV I stepped onto the ice with the crowd roaring like thunder. The hockey arena was packed tight, lights blazing down, music pumping through the speakers. My heart hammered hard. This game mattered big time, but tonight it felt bigger because Jeffery was up in the stands. I spotted him quickly with Anna, Maxwell, and Chloe. They finally showed up to support “the boyfriend.” I grinned under my helmet. Time to put on a show.The puck dropped and I went hard right away. Skating fast, stick ready, body checking guys who got in my way. I wanted Jeffery watching every move. I deked past one defender, faked left, shot hard. The goalie blocked it but the crowd cheered loud anyway. Pressure sat heavy on my shoulders. Coaches yelling, teammates pushing, sponsors probably watching too. But I pushed it all back. This was for him.I glanced up at the stands during a faceoff. Jeffery sat there trying to look chill, but I saw him leaning forward. His friends chatted around him. Anna poin
JEFFERY'S POVI pushed open the door to Roland's penthouse, my legs feeling like wet noodles after the trip to the manor. The city lights glowed soft through the big windows, painting everything in blues and oranges, but it didn't calm the storm in my chest. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Lucien's words kept echoing,blood moon, Crowe family, visions of bad shit going down. I felt like I was gonna puke or cry or both.Roland was waiting right there in the living room, arms crossed, looking all tense like he'd been pacing. One look at my face and his eyes narrowed. "What happened? You look like you saw a ghost, Jeffery."I dropped onto the couch, rubbing my face hard. "Lucien... he told me stuff. Warnings about the championship. Dreams of blood and fighting under this blood moon. He said the Crowe family won't stop at anything. Damien's just the beginning. And the prophecy... he thinks it's not about him anymore. It's about me." My voice cracked saying it out loud. It sounded crazy eve
Jeffery’s POV I kicked off my shoes the second we got back to the penthouse, evening light fading outside those huge windows. My legs still ached from all the skating practice, but being alone with Roland made everything feel heavier. He was in one of those playful moods, grinning like he owned the world. I dropped onto the couch, trying to ignore how my stomach flipped when he looked at me. “Dude, you skate like you’re not even a hockey player,” he teased, flopping down next to me. His voice was light but it hit me wrong. Panic shot through my chest. Did he suspect something? Like maybe I wasn’t his brother Lucien or whatever story we had going? My heart started racing. “What the hell does that mean?” I snapped, sitting up straighter. Roland laughed, low and annoying. “Chill, I’m just messing. You fall like a newbie every time.” He grabbed a pillow and threw it right at my face. It smacked me softly. I caught it quick and hurled it back hard. “Asshole!” I yelled, but I was grinn
Roland’s POV I sat in the back of the fancy car, staring out at the city lights blurring past. The luxury hotel ballroom was waiting for us, this big sponsorship dinner with team executives and the sponsors who forced this whole fake relationship mess. My stomach twisted tight. Pressure felt heavy tonight, like one slip and everything crashes. Jeffery sat next to me, quiet, picking at his suit sleeve. He looked good in it, but nervous as hell. We walked into the ballroom together, chandeliers sparkling, tables set with fancy plates and flowers. People in suits and dresses turned to look. The sponsors sat at the main table, eyes sharp like hawks. I put on my best captain smile and kept Jeffery close, hand on his lower back. "Just breathe," I whispered. "We got this." He fidgeted the second we sat down. Leg bouncing under the table, fingers tapping his glass. The executives asked questions right away—how we met, how serious it was, if it helped team focus. Sponsors watched every mov
Roland's POV The restaurant was all fancy and dim, the kind of place with heavy tables and lights turned low so everything felt warm and kinda secret. Sponsors had the whole spot booked for the team, long tables stretching out with the team and big shots mixed together. Jeffery and I walked in tog
My fist hit the locker door before I could stop myself. The loud thud echoed down the empty hallway like a gunshot, bouncing off the concrete walls and metal benches. My fists stung immediately, but I barely felt it. The anger was too loud inside my head. "You think this is a game?" I snapped, tur
I stood frozen in the dim concrete hallway, my back pressed against the cold wall like it could somehow save me. The silence pressed down, thick and heavy. My pulse hammered so fiercely I could feel it in my teeth. Every part of me screamed to run, but my legs refused to move. Roland did not rush.
I hated every second of this new life. I hated waking up early for interviews I did not care about. I hated people staring at me everywhere I went like I belonged to them now. I hated the cameras outside Northcrest Academy and the way students suddenly moved aside whenever I walked past. Most of

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