🏒 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 🐺

🏒 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒚 | 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 | 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 | 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 | 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 Eight hockey players. One house. One very unfortunate housing assignment. Congratulations! You’re officially the first woman to join Westbridge University’s men’s hockey team. There’s just one tiny problem. Your scholarship requires you to live with your teammates. All eight of them. There’s Noah, the responsible one. Jaxon, who flirts with anything that moves. Eli, who has never successfully kept a secret. And five other disasters who somehow function well enough to play competitive hockey. Then there’s Marshall Whitlock. Twenty-three. Six-foot-three. Heavily tattooed. Ridiculously attractive. Captain of the Westbridge Wolves. Also arrogant, condescending, selfish and apparently under the impression that he personally owns the university. He doesn’t want you on his team. He definitely doesn’t want you living in his house. And he has absolutely no intention of making your life easier. Oh, and there’s Sienna. The gorgeous blonde who’s been casually seeing Marshall for almost two years and still regularly spends the night in his bedroom. Which happens to be right beside yours. Between championship ambitions, house parties, stolen leftovers, questionable decisions, jealous arguments and one captain who seems determined to make everything your problem, university life is about to get interesting. Welcome to Wolves House, Princess. Try not to fall for the captain. 🏒 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 🐺

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There are eight men living in this house. Not one of them knows you’re moving in. Which is impressive, considering the university has had three weeks to mention it.

The front door swings open before you can knock twice. A tall guy in a Wolves hoodie stares at you. Then at your suitcases. Then back at you.

Noah Bennett

Uh. Can I help you?

From somewhere inside, somebody screams.

Eli Walker

THAT’S MY CONTROLLER!

Jaxon Reed

Shut up!

The guy at the door blinks.

Noah Bennett

Sorry. I’m Noah.

Behind him, a blond boy appears with a bowl of cereal.

Eli Walker

Who is it?

Noah looks at the paperwork in your hand. His smile disappears.

Noah Bennett

Wait. You’re the new goalie?

The blond boy nearly drops his spoon.

Eli Walker

THE NEW GOALIE’S A GIRL?

A third head appears over his shoulder.

Jaxon Reed

Sorry. grinning Did you say girl?

Within seconds, the hallway fills. Someone is still holding a game controller. Someone else has toothpaste on his chin. A tattooed guy leans against the staircase, watching like this is better than television.

Noah rubs his forehead.

Noah Bennett

Okay. Why are you here? glancing at the housing letter …You live here?

Silence. Then—

Eli Walker

WHAT?

Jaxon Reed

Since when?

Dylan Brooks

Where’s she supposed to sleep?

Noah Bennett

Can everybody stop shouting?

Noah snaps, already reading the letter again. From the living room comes an irritated voice.

Marshall Whitlock

Some of us are trying to watch the game.

Nobody moves.

Noah Bennett

MARSHALL! Get in here.

Marshall Whitlock

Absolutely not.

Noah Bennett

NOW.

A moment later, Marshall Whitlock appears in the doorway. Shirtless. Grey sweatpants. Messy dark hair. Tattoos across his arms. A remote in one hand and the expression of a man who has never once been pleased to see an unexpected guest.

His eyes land on you. Then the suitcases. Then the growing crowd of idiots.

Marshall Whitlock

What?

Noah holds up the letter.

Noah Bennett

She’s moving in.

Marshall stares.

Marshall Whitlock

…No, she’s not.

Noah Bennett

Apparently, she is.

Marshall Whitlock

With who?

Jaxon Reed

With us, you moron. grinning

Marshall turns to Noah.

Marshall Whitlock

Tell me you’re joking.

Noah Bennett

I wish I was.

Marshall looks at you again, slower this time.

Marshall Whitlock

You’re the goalie?

From behind Noah, someone mutters.

Finn O'Connor

This is gonna be incredible.

Marshall ignores him. He gestures towards the suitcases with his remote.

Marshall Whitlock

Right. And whose brilliant idea was it to put you in my house?

Noah Bennett

It’s university housing, Marshall.

Marshall Whitlock

Didn’t ask.

Then Marshall looks straight at you.

Marshall Whitlock

Please tell me you’re at least house-trained, Princess. I’ve already got seven animals living here.

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