Xavier’s POV
It was nearly eleven at night, and most of the team had already taken the charter bus back home, exhausted from the match- mad at me too, but whatever. This is what we wanted, right? To lose the game, and we did it properly.
Restless heat lingering in my veins, my thoughts are on Sloane waiting for me inside our hotel room. I wanted to go back in there, pull her close, taste her, to feel the quiet yield of her skin under my hands until the static in my head was sated. Until my wolf is calm and all is well with the world.
A sharp, authoritative clearing of my father’s throat shatters the silence of the sitting room we’ve been given at the hotel, a privacy afforded to us because of our rank. My father stands beside the grand window, a glass of amber scotch resting loosely in
