46. D*mn Right

Adrien tried to help me into my gear several times, but I shrugged him off, determined to handle it myself. I wouldn't rely on his assistance after what he said about Peter. I didn't want his help.

Ultimately, I managed to get my equipment mostly right, and we made it up to the rink without another word. I could feel the tension simmering beneath my skin, and I knew it showed in everything I did.

I was pissed. So damn pissed.

The game started, and my frustration pulsed with each stride on the ice. Every save was a channel for my anger, every movement precise and cold.

I quickly understood what Jules meant about being bored, as the other team rarely even got a shot off, with Bear and Thomas playing so aggressively that they barely let the opposition get past the line. Alec and Kris flowed across the ice seamlessly, their coordination perfect as they shifted the puck like an extension of their bodies.

Adrien was visibly agitated, channeling his growing rage into the game. He was rut