He claimed her best friend and broke her in front of the entire pack. She ran that night, carrying his child. Now he is her hockey team’s captain with the same hands, the same low growl in her ear that still makes her knees forget how to work. Every practice, every press event, every accidental brush of his fingers against her skin is a slow burn neither of them can put out. He doesn't know he has a son. But he already knows he wants her back—in his bed, in his life, marked as his again, consequences be damned.