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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

作者: Angela Shyna
last update 公開日: 2026-07-04 20:08:21
ELARA

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I stared at Sheila. And her friend Megan.

It looked like they had been headed to the dining room when they spotted me.

“It’s you after all,” I watched as their gazes roamed over me.

Naturally, I did the same. It was a crisp, borderline-freezing morning, yet they were both dressed like extra-spicy mean girls from the 2015 Wàttpad stories I used to read under my covers. We’re talking denim shorts so microscopic their ass cheeks were basically introducing themselves to the world, p
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  • Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

    AUTHOR’S POVMaren burst into Sheila’s room, her face pale as a ghost."How dare you enter so rudely?!" Sheila sneered, glaring at the shaking girl. "What the hell is wrong with you?""It’s... it’s Elara," Maren stuttered.A vicious smirk spread across Sheila’s face. "What about the Muteblood?"Sheila leaned back against her desk, feeling a rush of nasty triumph. The prank had worked perfectly. Maren had overheard Kirsten talking about Nate earlier, and Sheila had used that tiny detail to craft a clever trap. Sending that fake text had been so easy. When Maren found the forgotten stone well hidden deep in the woods, Sheila knew exactly what to do. Lock the girl down there for a day or two, let her freeze in the dark, and teach her a lesson for getting in their way."Did she cry?" Sheila chuckled, crossing her arms comfortably. "I bet she's down there right now, begging for mercy. You did a good job shoving her in, Maren. Don't tell me you're starting to feel sorry for her now?""N-No!

  • Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

    ELARA“Mama, why was the white wolf bullied?”My mother turned away from the kitchen sink, wiping her damp hands on her apron. She smiled, her warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as she walked over and knelt right in front of me. She reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.“That’s because they were all scared of her, sweetheart,” she whispered softly. “People only try to hurt what they don’t understand—and what they secretly fear.”“Because she was different?” I asked, clutching my stuffed toy tightly against my chest.“Because white wolves are the rarest gift in the world. They carry the bloodline of the Moon Goddess herself,” Mama said, her hand resting over my heart. “Their power is so ancient and pure that the world keeps it hidden. It stays fast asleep inside them until they are marked by their true mate. Only then does their real magic finally wake up.”I blinked down at her, my small voice full of wonder. “Like Sleeping Beauty? Awakened by a true

  • Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY SIX

    IANI walked into the large locker room after our little friendly game with the Moonveil, unstrapping my chest pads."Hey boo,” I turned—it was the girl from the bonfire night. She gave me an appreciative look to my bare torso before shooting me a suggestive smile."We never got to see each other, you just left like that, how about I give you my number so we could talk? I’m Helen,”"Not interested. Find someone else."She scoffed, looking stung but she left."Damn," Simon chuckled, cracking open a cold can. The MoonVeil Alpha took a sip, then offered another can to me. Our packs shared a border back home, so Simon and I were sort of close since we did see each other frequently. "I heard you’d changed, but I didn't think it was true. Yet here I am, seeing it myself."I said nothing as I pulled off my ice skates and tossed them to the floor."Reynold’s still spitting blood, you know," Simon said, "First night and you already made an enemy out of the IronFang pack. Couldn't stop yourself

  • Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha   Chapter Forty Five

    ELARAThe sharp ring of the bell announced the end of Werewolf Studies, kicking us out into mandatory after-school activities. Most of the guys ran off to the Arena. It was the first unranked game of the semester, and the air was practically buzzing with testosterone and excitement.Isodel and I signed up for archery. It was a smart move. An escape from Ian and the twins.Forget everything? Forget six years of torture?I pulled the bowstring back to my cheek and let the arrow fly with all the anger I’d been holding in.THWACK.Right in the exact middle of the bullseye.The loud field suddenly went quiet. Isodel froze, her jaw dropping open as she looked at the target, then back at me. “Elara... are you completely sure you’ve never shot a bow before?”“It was just dumb luck,” I mumbled, pulling a second arrow from the rack.I set it on the bow, pulled back, and let go without even taking a breath.THWACK.The second arrow split the end of the first one right down the middle, pushing it

  • Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha   Chapter Forty Four

    ELARA**“That’s all for this morning!” the trainer’s voice bellowed across the grounds, instantly shattering the weird spell trapped between us.I shoved hard against Ian’s chest. To my surprise, he actually let me go, his hands dropping away as I scrambled up from the dirt, and took off toward the water station.I didn't even make it ten yards before his familiar footsteps crunched in the grass right behind me.I stopped dead in my tracks and spun around. “Is this a joke to you?”Ian halted, almost crashing into me. “What makes you think it’s a game?”I let out a harsh, disbelieving scoff. “You seriously expect me to stand here and believe you’re suddenly trying to make up with me?”Ian’s jaw tightened, but he didn't look away. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”A breathless, sarcastic laugh burst out of me. How was I even supposed to process this? The guy who had made my life an absolute nightmare was standing in front of me, acting like he’d suddenly had a spiritual awa

  • Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha   Chapter Forty Three

    ELARA * * My blood boiled at the nickname. Babe?! I wanted to punch that pretty, arrogant face so hard his jaw broke. Aside from his stupidly good looks, his personality was pure toxic garbage. I just wished my traitorous body would get the memo and stop reacting to him. “Tell you what,” I watched as he flexed his broad shoulders, taking a loose combat stance. “You want to get rid of me so bad? Land one single punch on me. Anywhere. And I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day.” My eyes narrowed. “One punch?” “One punch.” Easy. I clenched my fist, stepped forward, and threw a fast left hook straight at his jaw. Missed. He dodged it without even taking his hands out of his pockets. I swung my right. Missed. I tried a low jab. Missed. With every swing, I grew more out of breath and twice as furious, while Ian just chuckled, casually swaying his upper body like we were playing a game of tag. His reflexes were ridiculously fast. “Is that all you’ve got, Babe?” he teased

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