BEYOND THE ICE

pulse betrayed a predatory anger. He wasn't about to let this outsider challenge the pack without drawing a littl

d the teth

blur of frustration. But the wolf was faster. Adrian caught Lyon's wris

trategist was completel

th hitched told Adrian he might

against him, eyes locked onto his... Lyon knew exactly what an Alpha could do to him. Adrian leaned in, his voice a low, teasing vibration. "I

He immediately smoothed his shirt and adjusted his cuffs, desperate to reclaim his shat

ed slowly down Lyon's lean, athletic frame. The man looked delicious-good enough to hunt, good enough to brea

e saw Lyon staring at his phone, a small furrow between his brows. Adrian hadn't actual

es you wrote, and I bet you've never actually watched us go all out." He paused, a dark glint in his eyes. "You'v

colored flush creeping up his nec

people would be speechless after being thrown into the deep end with the Stormbreakers, but Lyon wa

KT

the ice in high-speed passing formations, the massive goalie was left alone in the crease, tapping the black disc back and forth.

n. Standing 6'6" and broad enough to block out the sun, his physical presence dominated the net. With his golden hair and thic

urope after a locker room dispute. It was a lie. Viktor had played his college years here; he was as much a product of th

trying to project an aura of control, using that lean, sharp aesthetic to command the room. It was almost worki

ew the needle had been pushed. He decided it was his turn to play. Skating to the edge of

iktor ca

one, but he knew that when the quietest man in the room speaks, people liste

iktor rumbled. "The others are occupied. Th

trying to sound dismissive. But Viktor smelled t

tered. "I cannot improve without a target. You do

ad stood up to their threats and their naked

," Lyon insisted. "N

in. "Five shots. If you score once-even by accident-I will fol

s. One Alpha under his thumb would change everyt

you won't cheat

ease," Viktor said, flashing a smile that was surp

opped to watch the exchange, Lyon stood up and marc

e a deal

Y

assing through. Lyon knew he should be terrified. He should be worried about looking like

rs would follow. As he descended the stairs, Lyon looked at the rippling muscle of Viktor's

ing slightly, but his heart was racing too fast for the cold to take hold. It was time for his secret: he hadn't just written about hockey b

otion. He slapped it back-a low, biting shot toward the left post. Viktor snapped hi

on built up speed, skating in a tight arc before firing a hard strike t

m the sidelines, his voice a mix of a sneer

ight. Viktor's composure slipped; he had to launch himself into a

t?" Lyon called out, widening his s

see the captain grinning, his gaze lingering on Lyon's form in a way that made th

the puck. He skated back and forth, luring Viktor out. As the goalie bit on a fake

ok a wide circle, building maximum velocity. He came in at an angle, forcing Viktor to

tor snarled as h

ass of his torso. The puck bounced off his shoulder. It was a save, but a frantic

Logan Hayes asked,

for the pack. The smart comments had died. They knew that

O

eavy with a new kind of tension. Lyon wasn'

rumbled, though he d

s skates. "That bitch... he's going to be impos

d out of his gear, standing naked as he turned to Logan. "Loga

tion-one last night of excess befo

" Logan asked, catching

e can't beat him on the ice, we'll

he Hayes dynasty, but he took pride in his own path. He ran a hand through his blo

ael?" Brandon laughed. "Afraid

gets him home first

wasn't just about PR anymore. Lyon Navarro was a

w how he looked at me in the hall

"You see the way he looks at me? He'

. Just don't fill up on appetizers tonight. I have a