His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 13

Olive’s POV

The second Zane touched the ice, everything changed.

And it wasn’t just me who noticed-the entire arena felt it.

The way he moved across that frozen surface like he’d been born on skates, fast and controlled, like the puck was just an extension of his body instead of something he had to chase.

Within thirty seconds of being out there, he already had possession.

Skating down the rink and weaving between Tigers players like they weren’t even obstacles worth considering, just background noise in his path toward the goal.

Two defenders tried to block him, positioning themselves to cut off his route.

But he slipped past both without even slowing down, like they were moving through water while he was cutting through air.

“Go, go, go!”

My mother was on her feet beside me, screaming so loud I felt it in my bones.

And I realized I was standing too, leaning over the railing without remembering when I’d gotten up.

Grayson leaned forward in his seat, jaw tight and hands gripping his knees like he was physically restraining himself from jumping onto the ice and coaching from there.

Zane pulled his stick back.

And for a split second, the entire arena seemed to hold its breath

And then he shot-the puck flew past the goalie’s outstretched gove like it had been aimed by a laser, slamming into the net with a sound that made my heart jump.

The buzzer screamed through the speakers, cutting through every other noise.

“GOAL! Scored by Zane Mercer for the Chicago Wolves!”

The stadium erupted into pure chaos.

People jumping and screaming and hugging complete strangers and I was on my feet before I even realized what I was doing, screaming with everyone else like I’d been a hockey fan my entire life instead of someone who’d never cared about sports until right now.

The cheerleaders went absolutely insane, jumping and spinning and losing their minds.

And the announcers were shouting over each other trying to describe what had just happened.

And my mother grabbed my arm so hard I’d probably have bruges tomorrow but I didn’t care because Hunter’s team was finally on the board.

Even Grayson was clapping, though it looked like it physically pained him to do it.

His jaw still clenched tight like he was fighting against his own hands.

Zane skated back to center ice like he’d just done the most mundane thing in the world.

Like scoring goals was as natural as breathing, casual and unbothered in a way that made him somehow even more attractive because he wasn’t showing off-he just “was*

The game restarted, and this time the Wolves had momentum of their swipe.

You could see it in the way they moved faster and sharper and more coordinated than before like Zane’s goal hard lit a fire under all of them

Hunter had the puck now passing it to Cole, who passed it right

And they were moving as a unit through the Tigers defense, but my eyes kept drifting back to Zane even when he didn’t have possession

Watching the way he positioned himself the way he read the g like he could see three moves ahead of everyone else

He was everywhere at once, or at least it felt that way.

Stealing the puck from Tigers players who thought they were safe setting up shots for his teammates, defending when he needed to even though that wasn’t technically his position.

Moving across the ice like he owned every inch of it.

Another goal came this time from Hunter.

And I watched the puck sail past the goalie’s head and slam into the net, and suddenly we were tied at 2-2.

And my mother was screaming “That’s my stepson”” so loud that people three rows back probably heard her over the crowd noise

Grayson was actually smiling now.

A real genuine smile that I rarely saw from him, and for a moment I understood why he’d devoted his life to this sport, why it mattered so much.

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