Page 123 of Break The Ice

She drags her distraught eyes from the ice. The Zamboni is doing a round, and they’ve dug Raider’s blade out. The game will start soon. I check my phone again and notice that she’s got hers in a death grip.

The spectators around us are shifting and pointing, the whispers are getting louder. My panic rises and falls, threatening to drag me under.

“What is it?”

She looks around and glares at the fat, bald man beside her.

“What?”

He glances down at his phone and back up.

“Nothing.” He looks away, turning to his companion and whispering something that makes the two of them chortle. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and I feel like a thousand eyes are on us.

“I think you’re right. Something is up,” Ryann murmurs in my ear.

I turn my head on a stiff neck and watch the people around us, trying to discern what it could be. This is too familiar. I’m waiting for them to attack. I know they won’t, in theory, but my fear won’t let me believe otherwise.

Ryann sits back calmly, her legs stretched out, arms folded under her breasts. Our shoulders touch, and I lean into the strength of her.

My breathing is choppy, and I twist the edge of my shirt until it’s all tied up and wrinkled.

I dart glances around, but no one is moving. It’s just this overwhelming sense of menace.

I glance at the person in front of me and go completely still. What the actual fuck? I lean forward and grip the back of the plastic seat hard. I angle my head and lean in closer.

“What the actual hell?” I snarl and reach forward, snatching the beta’s phone.

“No way!” I snarl in absolute outrage. Image after image of Raider with an actress has gone viral online. The R-rated photos and video are spreading like wildfire. According to this article, the actress, Isla Bellann, secretly filmed it and did a reveal all. I read the article, ignoring the man shouting at me.

Raider Raines was over there fucking her a week ago, apparently. I seethe and hold the phone out to the guy who’s watching me like I might attack him.

“What’s going on, Kit?” Ryann asks quietly. She’s been distant all day, and it’s making me nervous. I don’t want to leave her, not even for a second, but Raider needs me.

“Nothing but bullshit drama. It’s an easy fix,” I soothe.

She looks at me and seems to sense what’s going on. “Go. I’m staying right here. Nothing will happen to me.”

I’m torn, but in the end, I nod and grab the back of her head and kiss her hard.

“Do not move.”

I take one last look at her and then run. It takes me forever and far too long. The game starts, but I’m running in the nearly empty halls, searching for Callan or Raider or both.

My phone buzzes, and I pull it out, opening the text message. It’s from Raider. He says he’s outside in an ambulance.

FUCK! How bad is it?

I spin in a circle and call Callan. He doesn’t answer me.

I run for the exit and rush outside, searching for an ambulance, but I can’t see any. Just miles and miles of cars parked. Have they left? Where is my alpha? I see security run towards a massive group of people fighting. The ball of bodies rolls away from the entrance and out of sight.

I run my fingers through my hair and pull it.What should I do?

I lift my phone to call Ryann when a hand grabs my upper arm in a bruising grip.

“What are you doing? Let me go!”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps dragging me. Fear turns my stomach to jelly. I pull and claw at him, but it does nothing. I let out a sob, but the fingers tighten as if my fear enrages him.

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