er room was like stepping into a furnace

ilian layers until the room was a gallery of lethal, sculpted muscle. Mateo Cruz slapped a hand against his midsection, feeling the iron-hard ridges of his abdominal wall. Even during the brief summer lull, he

directed at the administration. They wanted to win, but more than that, they wanted to prove that they didn't need a handler. They want

as the pack's fastest hunter, a winger who lived for the blur of the chase. "Did you see his face when you sta

sted Logan with his life on the ice,

up, "he needs to understand that we aren't domestic pets. He can play his games

's most unpredictable defenseman, was currently adjusting a cowboy hat that looked absurdly out of place

observant eyes or the way the man's throat had worked when he tried to maintain his composure. Mateo loathed the journalist-especially after Lyon's report on a bar

unted, his voice a low vibrat

unbuckling his gear. "He's changed," Viktor noted, his accent thic

"The only thing I want fro

aming heat of the locker room. Adrian joked that if the hockey career folded, they could probably make a for

rity of a true Alpha. "You saw him. He's fascinated by the danger.

he heavy do

of you thie

ead in his tracks. He had stormed in on a mission of fury, but he found

lineup. It was a sensory overload of bronze skin, corded muscle, and heavy, resting power. A sudden, traitorous heat bloomed in Lyon's chest, spreading downward

widening his stance to ensure Lyon took in every in

rying to summon his usual professional mask, though his flushed

s?" Logan Hayes asked, spreading his arms and fla

was hungry. They were posing like statues of ancient warriors, and Lyon was

Lyon insisted, though his resolve was

ward Lyon. The Alpha's presence was overwhelm

his pile of clothes, bent over-giving Lyon a deliberate view of his powerful ph

ld get a reaction out of you

the center of the circle, standing defiant amidst the sea of bare skin. "Judgi

as visibly responding to Lyon's proximi

ll. "Adrian, give him the phone. Then, escort Mr. Navarro out before he

his eyes locked on Lyon as he pulled on a pair of dark briefs. Even

door with a sharp, wicked