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Because Valek heard me too.

And this is him clearing the room.

As he herds them all into the kitchen to ooh and aah over Shadow, he glances back over his shoulder at me, silver eyes glinting, before disappearing after them.

I groan and press my face into Whiskey's stomach.

Whiskey's head snaps down so fast it's scary.

"You LOVE me, bro?"

He's got me pinned under both arms before I can roll off the couch, and the look on his face is excited derangement.

"Let me up."

"Say it again."

"I love you less when you call me bro," I snap, thrashing.

"There it is again! You fuckin' love me?!"

"I take it back. Fully, Whiskey. Consider it unsaid⁠—"

He hauls me up and kisses me.

I make a humiliating sound, but I fist a hand in his shirt anyway, tugging him closer and pinching the fuck out of him with my other hand as punishment. He yelps against my mouth.

If I'm going down, I'm going down fighting.

He pulls back half an inch, grinning against my mouth.

"You love me."

"Yes, Whiskey, I heard you the first three times."

"You LOVE me," he says again, delighted, louder, and kisses the corner of my mouth, and my cheek, and comes back to my mouth before I can formulate anything more than a growl. "I love you, too."

And for the first time in my life, I have nothing to say.

Chapter 95

Epilogue: Valek

Three months later, the Ghosts win the fucking Cup.

Whiskey is the first to cry, denying it while sobbing into Wraith's shoulder while the seven-foot feral alpha who scored the winning goal pats his shoulder awkwardly. Wraith is the only alpha Whiskey could hang off of without ending up flat on the ice.

He barely seems to notice.

"WE FUCKIN' DID IT, BRO," Whiskey bellows, directly into his ear.

Wraith winces.

Thane cries next, although he does it with dignity, as he does everything else. He makes it through the handshake line, the photos where his brother looms like a shadow behind us with his head slightly down, and through the first interview with nothing more than the twinge of his jaw.

But then, Ivy reaches him on the ice, wraps herself around him, and whispers something I can't make out.

And the captain folds.