ログインRoland’s POV Strong hands slammed onto my shoulders, yanking me backward. I stumbled against the cold lockers, the sharp metal digging into my spine as my heels slid across the wet floor. I thrashed around, my chest burning. Miller had his thick forearm locked tight across my chest while two teammates grabbed my wrists, holding me down. “Get off me!” I roared, twisting against their grip. Across the narrow gap, Jeffery was still trying to lunge at me. His face was dark red, his chest heaving fast, and big tears spilled over his lashes. He looked wild, furious, and completely heartbroken. Three defensive guys threw themselves in front of him, forming a human wall. They were sweating through their shirts, shoving him back toward the wooden bench, blocking my view. The whole locker room was pure chaos. Everyone was shouting, their voices bouncing off the tiled walls. “Break it up! What the hell, guys?!” Miller yelled into my ear, straining to keep me pinned. “Are you two out
Jeffery’s POVThe high from what we just did faded so quickly it left me feeling cold inside. My skin was still warm from Roland’s hands, but inside my chest, everything felt hollow. I pulled my shirt down over my stomach, my hands trembling so badly I could barely straighten the fabric. The wolf eyes in the mirror were gone, but the panic still sat on my shoulders, heavy and suffocating.I stepped away from the sink and walked back into the main room. Roland was sitting on the bench, pulling his shirt down over his chest. He looked up at me with a calm smile. He looked like a guy who had just won a championship game, totally relaxed and at peace. He had no idea my head was spinning. He had no idea I was drowning in fear.“Hey,” Roland said softly. He stretched his arms wide, leaning back against the lockers, inviting me to step between his legs. He wanted to hold me. He wanted to act like everything between us was simple.Seeing him reach out for me made my stomach flip in a terrible
Jeffery's POVRoland’s hands were tight on my shoulders, pulling me up off the cold tile floor. I stumbled a bit because my legs were shaking, but he caught me before I could hit the ground. His chest was moving up and down quickly, his heavy breathing loud in the silent room. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, and wiped the back of my hand across my chin. My lips felt hot and sore. My jaw ached from taking all of him. But honestly, I didn’t care. Not one bit. The locker room was completely quiet now. Coach’s footsteps had long faded down the hallway, leaving just the two of us standing near the back row of gray lockers.I looked up at Roland's face, and my heart did a weird jump. He looked totally thrown off. The arrogant, cocky guy who always acted like he owned the whole rink was gone. His dark hair was messy, sticking to his forehead. His skin was flushed dark red, and his eyes were wide and unguarded. There was no mean smirk. No sarcastic joke. Just him, looking down at m
Roland’s POVMy whole body went completely still. I couldn’t even breathe. I looked down at Jeffery, who was frozen on his knees right in front of me, his hands clutching my shorts. His eyes were wide open with panic. I knew my eyes looked just as scared. I was completely exposed, hard as a rock, and one second away from having my whole life ruined.Footsteps were moving on the other side of the row of lockers. Heavy shoes on the floor.I held my breath until my chest started to hurt. I couldn’t move a single inch. If Coach took five more steps and looked around the corner, I was done. Everything I worked my whole life for would be gone. He would see me in an empty locker room with my rival’s twin brother on his knees in front of me. The whole school would talk about it. The team would hate me.The footsteps slowed down. Then they stopped right at the corner of our row.I kept staring down at Jeffery. Looking at him on the floor, with his mouth open and his face totally red, made
Jeffery’s POVThe locker room smelled like hot steam, body spray, and sweaty equipment. Guys were shouting across the room, slamming metal doors shut, and laughing about practice. I sat on the wooden bench, taking way too long to unstrap my shin guards. My fingers were shaking so badly I could barely undo the velcro. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Every time someone walked past me, I flinched, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Five minutes. That’s what Roland had whispered in my ear on the ice. Five minutes, and I better not keep him waiting.My whole body was buzzing. The heat from the shower room was spilling out into the main area, making the air thick and heavy. But the steam had nothing to do with why my face was burning. It was Roland. It was always Roland. I could hear his voice echoing in my head over and over again. Fake.That stupid word kept running through my mind, sending a sharp wave of heat straight down to my stomach. Out on the ice,
Roland’s POVThe cold inside the arena usually cleared my head.The moment my blades hit the ice, everything else turned off. No drama, no noise, no distractions. Just the sharp smell of frozen air and the sound of steel cutting through ice. That was how I stayed at the top of my game for years.But today? Today, the ice wasn’t doing a damn thing.I skated in slow circles around the center line, my eyes locked on one person. Jeffery.He was standing near the blue line, leaning on his hockey stick and breathing heavy. His jersey looked a size too big on his frame, hanging loose around his shoulders. He was trying so hard to act tough, trying to pretend he belonged on a first-line hockey squad like his twin brother. But I knew the truth. Underneath all that bulky padding, he was shaking.And the worst part? I couldn’t stop looking at him. Ever since this morning, when he walked out of the bathroom smelling like hot soap, my brain had been completely fried. There was this crazy pull
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
I lingered in front of the mirror longer than I should have. The reflection staring back at me felt wrong. My black hair replaced the usual silver. Lucien's face looked back instead of my own. It was like a life not meant for me was staring through the glass. I adjusted the collar of my Northcrest







