LOGINJEFFERY'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
Jeffery’s POV I woke up super early, my body still sore from crashing on that couch again. Roland was already up, banging around the kitchen like he couldn’t wait. “Get dressed,” he said, tossing me some old hockey gear. “We’re hitting the rink. You gotta learn to skate for real if we’re selling this boyfriend story.” I groaned but followed him anyway. The hockey rink was empty that early, just us and the cold air that made my nose sting. The ice looked smooth and scary under the bright lights. I laced up the skates, feeling clumsy already. My feet wobbled the second I stepped on. “Easy, dude,” Roland said, gliding over like it was nothing. “Bend your knees. Don’t lock up.” I tried. First step and bam—my ass hit the ice hard. Pain shot up my back. I cursed loud, trying to push myself up. Legs shaking bad. Roland offered a hand but I slapped it away at first, then grabbed it anyway. He pulled me up patient, no rush. We went slow. He showed basic moves, gliding backward, turning
Roland’s POV I stood outside the campus hockey arena, lights blazing everywhere for the opening night of the European Championships qualifiers. The crowd noise buzzed like a hive ready to explode, with fans yelling chants and laughing in big groups. Jeffery shifted next to me in his button-up shirt, looking sharp but tense as hell. His shoulders were hunched up, and his hands kept flexing at his sides. We were supposed to be the big “couple” debut tonight, and my stomach was in knots. Not because of the game or the pressure from coaches breathing down my neck about the qualifiers. No, it was all because of him. This guy had me twisted up in ways I never saw coming when we first made our deal. “Ready?” I asked quietly, flashing what I hoped was a relaxed grin to try and loosen things up between us. He nodded, but his jaw was tight. “Let’s get this over with.” Cameras flashed before we even reached the red carpet. Photographers swarmed like sharks smelling blood, pushing forward
Jeffery’s POV I was sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through my phone when the buzzer suddenly went off. My stomach sank like a rock in a lake. Nobody was supposed to know this address. How the hell did they find it? I hit the intercom and heard Anna’s voice blasting through, sharp and mad. “Jeffery, open up right now, or we’re calling the cops!” Crap. My hands got sweaty as I buzzed them in. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. A minute later, the elevator dinged, and out spilled Anna, Maxwell, and Chloe, all looking annoyed and worried at the same time. Bags slung over their shoulders, eyes wide as they took in the fancy penthouse with its huge windows and shiny floors—probably worth more than my whole old life. “Dude, what the actual hell?” Maxwell said first, dropping his backpack with a thud. “You’ve been ghosting us for days. Living here now? With Roland? Spill everything before I lose it.” Anna crossed her arms tight, staring me down like she could see ri
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
The first thing you should know about me is that I have spent seventeen years as the world's least impressive consolation prize. My brother Lucien arrived first, screaming like he was already giving orders. The full moon was out. The elders felt his wolf before he even took his first breath. Golde
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







