Easton Clarke has built his life on control.
As captain of the Toronto Tiger's, Canada's most successful hockey team, he is discipline incarnate, respected, contained, and untouchable. His world is rigid schedules, clean lines, and a carefully maintained distance between who he is on the ice and who he is everywhere else.
Then one night, he attends a play.
Adriel Morales is not supposed to matter. He is an understudy. A voice. A moment that should have ended when the curtain fell. But something fractures in Easton that night, quietly, irrevocably, and no amount of routine or restraint can put it back together.
What begins as polite encounters and low-stakes conversations becomes something heavier: late-night phone calls, shared silences, a growing awareness neither of them is ready to name. Adriel carries grief he keeps carefully folded away. Easton carries a longing he doesn't yet recognize as desire. Between them stretches distance, geographical, emotional, and unspoken.
When it came to losing his virginity there were a couple of things Harry hadn't foreseen.
1. That he would be a really late bloomer and go into heat in the middle of a school day. At age sixteen he had accepted that he was a beta. Apparently not!
2. That he would stumble his way down to the basement and run into the school's most popular boy, Louis Tomlinson.
3. That his heat would trigger the Alphas rut.
4. That he would have awesome sex with that said Alpha.
5. That they would accidentally mate.
Well, sometimes the worst-case scenarios turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to you at the end, but the road there would be long and difficult.
Purely fictional. Smut warning!