The men who wrecked me in the best way possible that night. One of whom gave me my daughter.Ourdaughter.
And with that horrifying realization, I shove to my feet with time remaining in the game, knocking over my headset. Vaguely, I hear someone shouting my name. It’s probably Wilson, but I don’t care. I’m underwater. My whole world has been tilted on its axis, and no one else even knows.
Except me. And now, I can’t un-know it.
Chapter 5
Leighton
Without pausing or offering anyone even a shred of an explanation, I bolt out of the arena like rabid hounds are on my heels. Maybe not rabid hounds, but a wolf is awfully close. And it’s Wolf and two other men I have to worry about.
I never thought this day would come. Never thought I’d actuallyknow. That I’d be able to put names and faces to those three men… god knows I tried before—searched, obsessed, came up empty. I found out that at least three men at the masquerade were wearing jester masks, two had lion-style masks, and four or five were in wolf ones. But that wasn’t enough. Even the extra details—tattoos, scars, birthmarks—led nowhere. I came up with theories. Maybe they were crashers. Maybe they were guests of someone connected to the organization. Hell, maybe they played for an opposing team. I didn’t know what to think. And without real leads, I couldn’t investigate further.
Eventually, I had to let that chapter close. Locked it up. Threw away the key. But here we are. I found them. And now? I have no idea how to handle it. If Ieven canhandle it.
How did I not think this could happen? Am I that naïve? To come back to the very city where my life changed forever and not expect the past to slap me across the face? I mean, I’m working for the same team I once partied with, the same team that unknowingly gave me the biggest surprise of my life. The past doesn’t always stay buried. Sometimes it laces up its skates, tosses on a jersey, and waits for you at center ice.
The only upside to my ungraceful escape before the final buzzer is the cab idling right at the curb. I dive in, rattle off the name of the team hotel, and spend the ten-minute ride across town in a silent, nauseous haze.
By the time I’m back in my room, I feel unsteady, like the floor might dissolve beneath my feet. I blindly tap Ava’s name. It rings once. Twice. On the third try, she picks up.
“Leighton, wasn’t that scrimmage insane?” she chirps over a backdrop of crowd noise and chatter.
I blink. “Scrimmage?”
“Yeah, silly! I know it doesn’t count for anything, but it’s just so fun seeing my guys back out there.”
Her words swirl around me, slow and surreal, like fog creeping in. For a second, I can’t even process them. Then she pauses, her tone shifting.
“Leigh… are you okay?”
“No,” I manage, voice hollow. “Not really.”
“Oh no, what’s wrong?”
So much. Too much. Everything.
“I figured it out,” I mumble.
“Figured what out?” she asks, distracted. “Hang on.” I hear the shuffle of footsteps and a door closing on the background noise. “Okay, I’m somewhere quiet. What did you say?”
I swallow hard. “I figured it out.”
“Figuredwhatout?” Her tone is more serious now, laced with concern.
“I know who they are,” I say.
“Who—” she breaks off. “Wait.Whoare you talking about?”
“The men from the masquerade ball,” I breathe. “The ones from that night. The night I had the best sex of my life… and walked away with more than just memories. The biggest secret. One that turned into a two-year-old with my eyes and their smile.”
Crickets.
I can picture her perfectly—mouth slightly open, eyes wide, trying to form a sentence but failing.
Ava is the only person I confided in about what happened that night. And even then, I couldn’t tell her the whole story because I didn’t know it myself. She knows I had wild, no-holds-barred sex with three masked men… and that they got me pregnant… and that I had next to nothing to go on when it came to finding out who they were.
Ava audibly swallows. “Who are they?”