The Puck’s Ransom: A Dark Hockey Captive Romance

Killian Volkov doesn't lose fights. He ends them. The league's most feared enforcer, he's kept the Victory Syndicate's darkest secrets buried for years - with his fists, his silence, and his absolute refusal to let anyone get too close.

Then Sloane Mercer starts digging.

The investigative reporter is two sources away from blowing the team's corruption wide open. Killian doesn't stop her the easy way. He takes her. One night, one cold ride through rain-slicked streets, and she wakes up in his penthouse - glass walls, locked doors, nowhere to run. His offer is simple: give him her complete surrender, every dark demand he makes, and she walks away with the story that will define her career.

She tells herself it's a transaction. She's wrong.

Each night strips another layer off the controlled, ruthless man who holds her captive. Sloane watches his rigid composure crack, inch by inch, under the fluorescent glow of a city neither of them can escape. She hates how much she wants to understand him. She hates even more how much he seems to want her - not just her compliance, but her.

The Syndicate isn't patient. The danger closing in around them is real, and the line between prisoner and protector has gotten impossible to see.

She came for the truth. He intended to use her. Now they're both running out of time to figure out what they actually want from each other.

Can Sloane expose everything she's uncovered - or has Killian already taken something she won't get back?

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In the arena of obsession, the greatest fouls happen behind closed doors.

The fluorescent lights of the arena buzz with a cold intensity that the cameras never capture. Inside the Victory Syndicate, winning isn't a goal. It is an addiction. These men rule their leagues with a raw, territorial edge that ignores every rulebook. Beyond the stadium walls, they trade trophies for a much darker kind of control. When an athlete from this elite circle fixates on a woman, he doesn't ask for her affection. He demands her absolute submission. The air in the locker room stays thick with the scent of leather and adrenaline. Every move is calculated. Every gaze is a claim. In this league, the only way to survive is to give in to the man who refuses to walk away.

How much are you willing to lose to the man who owns the game?

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