Chapter Two Hundred And Three
Khalid’s pov
The cold, crisp air of the locker room smelled heavily of ice shavings, leather gear, and sweat. All around me, the loud, joyous sounds of my teammates celebrating our final victory of the season echoed off the concrete walls. Champagne corks were popping, loud music was thumping through the large speakers, and men were laughing, shouting, and throwing their heavy wet jerseys across the floor. It was the biggest celebration of the year. Every single player on the roster was currently screaming my name, raising their glasses to toast the end of my professional hockey career.
But I couldn't hear a single thing.
I sat quietly on the wooden bench in the far corner of the room, my massive frame hunched forward, still wearing my heavily padded hocke
