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Hunted Luna Becomes The Hockey Brothers Possession

After her pack is brutally slaughtered, Elara flees for her life, only to be intercepted by a trio of powerful alpha brothers who dominate the local hockey scene. These siblings claim her not just as their mate, but as their shared property. Trapped in their high-stakes world, she must navigate a intense bond while her past threats loom. Elara is forced to choose between her freedom and the overwhelming protection of her new possessors.
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Chapter 4

Cole's POV

Rosabelle steps forward, phone in hand, her tone calm but commanding.

“Boys,” she says, her eyes moving across the four of us. “Meet your new coach. Reese Hyacinth. She’s family now. Training begins tomorrow.”

We all look at her, then at each other.

Family?

Coach?

Tomorrow?

No one speaks, not even Knox, who usually says something sharp when he’s annoyed.

Rosabelle’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Play nice,” she adds, then turns, her heels clicking on the pavement as she gets into her car. The engine starts, and she’s gone—just like that.

For a few seconds, no one says a word.

Then Nolan laughs first, hands in his pockets. “You really don’t look like a coach,” he says, staring straight at her. “Maybe you should rethink this whole thing now. There’s no way you can handle four grown men. Especially four who happen to be hot as hell.”

Finn smirks. “You should know better, sweetheart. Why accept a job that’s going to eat you alive? Did you think you could actually deal with four men who don’t like rules?”

Reese turns to us then slowly. Her expression doesn’t change. Her voice is firm. “I’ll simply make you follow them.”

That shuts Finn up for a moment.

Knox walks forward without a word and pulls the car door open. “Get in,” he says flatly.

She nods once and steps inside. No hesitation. We all follow, sliding in after her.

I take the passenger seat beside Knox while Finn and Nolan sit in the back with her.

The air in the car feels stranger and tight.

My wolf stirs beneath my skin, restless and alert. I know my brothers feel it too. Their eyes glint faintly glowing gold for a second before fading. We don’t need to speak to know what we’re all thinking.

Why now?

Why her?

Why at the height of everything we’ve built?

Our team is on top of the world—undefeated, untouchable, and feared by everyone in the league.

And now, this… this human woman is supposed to coach us?

Worse, our wolves are reacting to her like—

No.

I refuse to finish that thought.

I glance at my brothers. Finn’s pretending to be relaxed, one arm thrown over the back seat, but his eyes are fixed on her reflection in the window.

Nolan’s quiet too, which isn’t like him. His jaw tightens, and that’s how I know he feels it too.

Even Knox, who rarely shows anything, grips the steering wheel tighter.

The silence stretches all the way to the mansion.

When we pull up into the estate, the gates slide open automatically. The lights of the driveway cast long shadows on the pavement as we roll to a stop.

Miss Lana, our assistant, is already waiting near the door. She bows slightly as we step out.

“Welcome back,” she says, her voice calm as always. Then she turns to Reese. “Miss Hyacinth, it’s an honor. I’ll take your luggage.”

Reese doesn’t say much but just a nod. She looks around, her eyes scanning the huge glass windows, the stone columns, the wide steps leading to the front doors. No awe, no fear, just quiet focus.

She walks inside behind Lana, her posture straight, her movements careful but confident.

We follow her in. The place is silent except for our footsteps echoing across the tiled floor. The air smells faintly of oil..

In the living room, Reese stands by the couch, watching as Lana drags her luggage toward the stairs. This woman doesn’t smile, doesn’t even fidget, she just waits and watches everything.

And damn, she’s hot.

Too hot for a coach.

Too hot to be standing here in our space.

Her dark hair’s tied back, strands falling loose at the sides of her face. Her lips are pale but full, her eyes sharp enough to cut through anyone’s bullshit. She looks small next to us, but there’s something in her that screams she’s not someone to underestimate.

I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. So do my brother because the tension in the room feels alive.

There’s no way she’s our mate. No way the Moon Goddess would pull something like that.

But the scent is there. Subtle but impossible to ignore. It hitches to her skin like warmth. It’s real.

Nolan glances at me, his expression uneasy as he opened the mindlink “You feel that too?”

“Yeah,” I mutter back in my head. My throat’s dry. “It’s real.”

Finn runs a hand through his hair, pacing. “No. No way. The Goddess must be losing her mind this time.”

Knox stands near the window, silent. His reflection looks like a shadow but I knew better what was going through his head.

I turn to them. “You know what this means. Second chance mates can’t be rejected.”

The words hang there.

Finn lets out a sharp laugh, bitter. “Can’t be rejected? Don’t even remind me. Do you remember what happened last time with our last mate, no one knew she was a hunter”

We all go quiet. Of course he was right.

Remembering her name alone is enough to make the air heavy.

Finn swears under his breath. “She nearly ruined us. Nearly exposed us.”

Nolan nods slowly. “She used all of us, and we didn’t even see it coming.”

“If not for Rosabelle,” I say quietly, “we’d have been dead.”

Knox turns from the window finally, eyes dark. “And now the Goddess throws this human into our path again? Another risk?”

Finn’s jaw tightens. “What if she finds out what we are? What happens then?”

I shake my head. “We keep our distance. Keep control. That’s what happens.”

Nolan lets out a dry laugh. “You sure about that? Because from where I’m standing, that control’s already slipping.”

He’s right. My wolf hasn’t settled once since she stepped into that car.

Lana appears again at the top of the stairs. “Your room is ready,” she says softly.

Reese nods, grabs her bag, and follows her up. She doesn’t even look back.

We stand there in silence, watching her disappear down the hallway.

Her steps are soft as the door shuts behind her.

Finn drops onto the couch, hands in his hair. “I can’t believe this.”

Nolan leans against the wall, arms crossed. “You’d better. Because it’s happening whether we like it or not.”

Knox doesn’t move. He just stares up the stairs like he’s trying to figure something out that doesn’t make sense.

I look between them. “We stay calm. We figure out what she’s doing here. And we don’t let her get close.”

Finn scoffs. “You’re saying that like it's going to be easy.”

“Then make it easy,” I snap back.

He raises a brow. “Getting defensive already, huh?”

“Shut up, Finn.”

Nolan steps between us before it can escalate.“Enough. We’re not going to lose our heads over a coach.”

Knox finally turns. “You mean over a mate.”

No one responds to that.

The word floats in the air between us, raw and unwanted but the brutal truth.

Finn looks away, muttering under his breath. “The Moon Goddess must really be playing with us this time.”

I don’t disagree.

Because as much as I want to deny it, every instinct inside me screams the same thing:

Reese Hyacinth isn’t just our new coach. She’s the destruction we didn’t see coming and I must never let that happen, not until every single hunter in this city goes down

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