Page 133 of Break The Ice

Ryann’s alone!

I slam my fist over and over, but Ryann is looking at her phone, and the mascot is walking away.

“NO!” I scream. “Ryann, stop!”

He walks straight over to Ryann and leans towards her. She turns towards him, listening intently. Her expression changes to panic. I shout and bang, but she ignores me or doesn’t hear me. I grab my stick and hit the glass as hard as I can, but he has her hand. Over and over, I hit it.

I don’t stop even when it shatters.

The crowd goes silent. They move away just in case, but I can’t break it.

Waraski and Dimitri grab my arms and pull me away, but I scream and fight, straining to get to him.

“RYANN!”

“Wren, calm down!”

“He’s going to take her! He’s got her! Oh, god, please! Where’s Kit and Callan? Why is she alone?” I howl the questions as I’m dragged off the ice and to our bench.

She never looks back, just runs after him. With no idea what trap she’s walking into.

I roar, but my air is slammed out of me as a couple of players crash into me, holding me to the wall, stopping me from getting to her. Stopping me from going back on the ice.

I pant, struggling to get free. It takes longer because the asshole player Corey Taylor on the Foxes team decides to start a brawl. I fight my way free and find Coach Smith glaring at me.

“What the fuck was that about?” he growls.

“He’s got her!” I spit frantically.

Smith pales, and his hand twitches.

“What are you waiting for?” I shout at him. “The psycho has your niece. Why are you just standing there?”

The rest of the team is staring at me, stunned. She’s Raider’s bond mate. Mine. Kit and Callan’s. We’re a pack. Please, we have to help her.

Valek grabs my arms. “What’s going on?”

“Ryann Smith is our pack mate,” I shout again. “She’s also the coach's niece. And she’s got a stalker, and I saw him. I know who it is. He’s never going to let her go. We have to stop him, here, now, tonight!”

My coach’s face is tight and still. He looks down and doesn’t look up at me.

“Why are you standing there? Do something!”

“We’ve got a game to win.”

My mouth falls open, my eyes widen, but I can’t make those words make sense.

“What?”

“Get back on the ice. We’ve got a game to win. This is more important.”

I lunge for him, ready to rip him apart, but Ramirez and Yarek pull me off.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asks from the ice.

“Raider, Wren, Callan, and Kit packed up Ryann, the beta who is the coach's niece, but she’s got a stalker, and Wren says he saw his face tonight and that he took her.”

Bruce’s face transforms to shock. “Well, fuck the game. We gotta go save her.”

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