Chapter 19

Lucas

We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fingers, and hear the way she moans my name. Shit. My wolf’s been growling in my head ever since. He wants her just as much as I do.

But feelings? No. Fuck that. Not happening. I’m not that guy. Never have been, never will be.

Damon smacks his hockey stick on the ice, snapping me out of my thoughts. “So, what the hell was that all about, man?”

I raise a brow, playing dumb. “What do you mean?”

“Aria,” Damon presses, smirking. “You were all worked up earlier, storming out like someone stole your beer. What gives?”

“Seriously dude,” Theo chimes in, leaning on his stick. “One second, we’re practicing, and the next, you’re out there hunting her down like a