We have one chance to survive what we’ve unleashed.
Cross the Line, an all-new bi-awakening, dark, MMF hockey romance duet from USA Today bestselling author Alexandra Silva is now available!
In hockey, the hardest hits blindside you. Off the ice, you never see them coming.
I thought leaving The Fellowship was the hardest part. I was wrong.
The world outside is loud, chaotic, and terrifying—but with Elijah and Jayden, it feels like home. It’s messy, raw, and uncharted, but something about the way they look at me, the way they touch me, makes it impossible to resist.
What started as a way to heal, quickly spirals into something darker, something hotter. A love I never expected, an attraction I can’t deny. It’s fierce, it’s fast, and it’s unapologetic.
Elijah, always distant and controlled, is letting us in, letting us feel—but it’s Jayden, with his easy confidence and unspoken understanding, who keeps us grounded.
The tension between the three of us is electric, a slow burn that we can’t escape. In the quiet moments, when their eyes lock on me and then on each other, I know what we’re building is more than just love. It’s something that’s impossible to walk away from.
But being together? It hasn’t made anything easy.
We crossed a line everyone said we shouldn’t have. Now, the world is coming for us—headlines, hate mail, threats lurking in every shadow. The danger is real, and so is the fire between us.
Will we survive what we’ve unleashed? Or will this love be the thing that destroys us all?
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“Fin…” The doors ping open, and my phone erupts in my pocket.
“One sec.” I thumb through the stack of notifications from the Elijah/Jayden alerts.
“Don’t,” she says, closing her hand around my screen. “Don’t do that.”
The apology on her face punches through me, hollowing my chest.
Oh god.
“Tina…” I tug my phone free, and she pulls me into the elevator. “Stop! Let go…”
“Fin, you can’t… you shouldn’t…”
She doesn’t try again when I wrench my hand back. I tap a random alert. An article snaps open.
The words don’t land. The headline doesn’t register. The world narrows to one thing. The photo.
Elijah and… and…
“I’m sorry, Fin.”
Sorry? “Why?”
Her brows knit. Because you think I’m seeing the same thing you are. But I’m seeing him. The pain on his face—like that time when we were making out on his couch and he freaked out. At first, I thought he was enjoying it, too. Until the grooves between his brows pulled deeper, his jaw set wrong, and his body went rigid under my hands.
“It’s not what you think. It’s not… It’s not true…”
“Finley—”
“No.” I cut Christina off as the doors open, and I rush to mine and Elijah’s door, only to pause partway.
Jayden.
My heart stutters while I stare at his door.
Jayden.
The keys bite my palm. My thoughts sprint in a dozen directions. Jayden knows Elijah. He knows everything he is. What he’s capable of. What he’s afraid of…
Still, my thoughts spiral back to the hospital, back to every moment we’ve shared where I’ve felt his want… his need… his love for Elijah and, with it, the hopelessness and hurt of the doubts of whether Elijah feels it, too.
“Let’s get you inside,” Christina says, prying the keys from my fist.
“No, I have to go to them. I have to see them… to… to… make sure that Elijah is okay. To make sure that Jayden knows, that he sees it’s not real. It’s not true.”
“Finley, a photo doesn’t lie.”
I yank back the keys. “That photo does! I know Elijah. I know him.”
“Sometimes you don’t know people as well as you think you do!”
“Elijah is not people. He is my heart, Christina. And I know right here—” My hand beats my chest. “—that whatever that picture is, it’s not the truth.”
“What if it is?” she whispers”.
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