LOGAN'S POV
The roar of the crowd had long died down, but the echo still lingered in my ears. Hours after the match, the sting of defeat wasn’t just on the scoreboard—it was in my chest, deep and raw like an unhealed wound. We’d lost to the Glaciers, again. Two damn games in a row. Julian Romero, that smug bastard, had not only taken the victory but something else that wasn’t his to begin with.
Soon, he was going to be dubbed king of hockey. Taking the crown right back from us. It’s not even been up to six months since he made his first appearance!
Aliona.
Her name alone burned like fire on my tongue.
I sat in the locker room, still in my jersey, drenched in sweat and humiliation. Around me, the guys were quiet. No one spoke. The tension was suffocating. Everyone had seen it—what ha
