เข้าสู่ระบบLucien's POV
I watched as Lena dropped to the floor but not before I saw the flash of her eyes. The boys froze and a deep hush seemed to drop on everyone.
I recovered quickly and rushed towards her, "Call for an ambulance!!!" I yelled on top of my voice. One of the guys glided off the ice to call while the rest surrounded me, shock and fear on their faces.
She was cold and wasn't breathing, I checked her pulse and my heart skipped a beat. I wasn't supposed to let her practice just yet, I swore underneath my breathe as I carried her, she weighed so little compared to her frame, I glided off and waited for the guys to pull of my skating shoes before racing to the exit
"Please, please" I begged the moon goddess. This wasn't about to end before I even got a chance to find her. My wolf growled within me like a wounded animal.
I would have wondered why but i couldn't, the ambulance arrived before I got to the front, I placed her on the stretcher and joined them in the bus. They zoomed off while the workers tried to revive her.
She was still and cold. There wasn't a sign of life, I shouldn't have allowed her near the rink without a neck guard, she has complained that she didn't get it as part of her beginner's pack but I ignored it because I didn't want to have anything to do with her. What was I going to tell the authorities?
The medical personnel turned her over to check the spot, it has turned a deep blue black, he turned to me and shook his head sadly, I think it's a fracture to the cervical spine.
"What does that mean?" I had no idea what he was trying to say.
"It does look like the impact affected her cervical spine" he replied as he moved her back in place. "If that's it, she might be paralysed or lose her life"
My eyes widened as I clenched my fist, she could die? We arrived to the hospital and they rushed her in, I found a way to an empty room and called my best friend. Harry
"Hey, Alpha Lucien" his voice came on almost immediately.
"Harry, there's trouble. I was careless and someone's hurt" I paced around the room, unable to stand still.
"What happened?" He sounded tense. If I could be worried, he has every right to be scared.
"The rink, someone hurt her neck, she's going to either be paralysed or die. I need to do something"
"You're not thinking of healing her, are you?" Came his response, too fast.
I nodded as I stopped pacing then remembering he couldn't see me muttered a "yes".
I heard chairs scrape the floor as he raised his voice. "Are you forgetting what's at stake? You've not even found the reason you're in that school. What if they find out you're a Lycan.? What are you going to do then?" He rattled off with a shaky voice.
I hissed as I ran a hand through my hair, he was right, there was so much at risk but I couldn't leave her to die knowing fully well it's my fault.
"I have to help" I muttered absentmindedly
Harry growled "You're the Alpha, your bite could kill her!"
"She'd die anyway, if I don't help. If she dies in the process, I'll know I tried"
"You promised not to get attached, Lucien. The bite would bond you to her!"
I was about to say something when the door opened and a nurse walked in with a tray, her jaw dropped open as she saw me. "This place is off limits to visitors, you should leave!".
I nodded and hung up before walking back to the ward, the doctors said she was in a coma and they had no idea when she'd wake up. I nodded and walked in to see her, she was as pale as the white sheet. The room smelled of blood, the sheet were probably washed but I could still smell it, strong and disturbing.
I touched her hands, she was cold. At the touch, my wolf, growled loudly as it made to take over.
"Have you lost it?" I snapped inwardly. It growled again and sat still.
I could tell he was angry, there had always been something about her that made me cold. My wolf stirred each time she passed, her scent was always so strong, I could pick it minutes before she walked into the room, I didn't need to be told that I had no business with humans. So I had stayed cold to her avoiding her at every opportunity I got, she didn't even do anything wrong. I felt so bad for treating her this way.
I had to do something now!. The school authorities weren't going to take this slightly, the hallway was empty and if someone was to walk in, I'd smell them before they got close.
Moving closer, I turned her neck to the side and poised over her, my mouth split open wider than humanly possible and my fangs slid out with a hiss.
Just a bite, she'd have a bit of my blood, hopefully enough to heal her and not kill her. I paused as my wolf struggled within me, it certainly didn't want this?
"I shouldn't save her?" I asked him
"She's good" he replied, worriedly.
"She's unconscious" I replied, I would be able to sense her heartbeat if she was conscious.
"She'd survive without your bite" he said again, a little more sternly.
I stood glaring at her, my fangs still exposed as I wondered what the problem was, I had never had to save a human with a bite. Was that why my wolf was against it?
And as if with a supernatural force, Lena shook violently on the bed then opened her eyes suddenly, I gasped as her eyes flashed a deep blue.
It was there and disappeared almost the same instant, she sat up afterwards, coughing violently. I must have forgotten my fangs were out and only when she screamed, a ear piercing scream did I retract them right the same time a nurse rushed in.
Lena’s POVI should have been exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. My mind kept replaying the scene in the hallway with Lucien, the way he’d loomed so close, the way his eyes had flashed gold, the way my breath had caught even though I hated him for humiliating me.It wasn’t fair. I should only feel anger. And I did, anger burned like acid, scorching every corner of me. But under it, buried deep, was something else. The memory of his scent clung to me, like winter air biting at my lungs. I hated how my body reacted. I hated that a part of me wanted to step closer instead of away. Why did I feel this way toward him, after all the humiliation, the sharp words, the way he made me feel small in front of everyone? It didn’t make sense. It felt wrong. And yet my chest still ached for answers only he seemed to hold.I pressed my palms into my eyes and groaned. “What is wrong with me?”Sarah glanced up from her desk, her pen tapping against her notebook. “You’ve got that face, like someone sna
Lena’s POVI tried to keep my face neutral, to just be Lena Brooklyn at hockey practice, but every sound was sharper, every movement in my peripheral vision felt like a potential threat. My body was a live wire, still humming from everything I’d learned. His eyes burned into me, unrelenting.Lucien was already on the ice, carving slow, powerful circles into the center. He wasn’t just brooding today; he was a storm cloud made of man.The moment I stepped through the gate, his gaze locked onto me, intense and unblinking. Like he knew I’d spent time with Collins. A shiver ran down my spine, sharp and inexplicable, as if something inside me recognized the danger before my mind could.He blew his whistle, the sound so sharp and sudden that half the team flinched. “Listen up.” His voice was a low growl that carried over the ice. Everyone immediately fell silent. “This is Elijah. He’s your new assistant coach.”My eyes followed his gesture to the guy standing beside him. Elijah looked young,
Lena’s POVThe heavy rink doors swung shut behind me, sealing off the world of polished ice and leaving me alone in the chill of the evening. Talking with Collins had left me feeling completely untethered, a messy knot of hope and confusion tightening in my gut. Part of me wanted to grab onto the lifeline he’d thrown me, but Lucian’s low and serious warning was a constant, ugly echo I couldn’t shake. I felt utterly alone with it all.I stopped on the sidewalk, digging my phone out of my pocket. Checking my student email was a useless habit, something I did when I was bored. It was never anything but university spam and reminders about deadlines I already knew. But tonight, a weird, nagging feeling pulled at me. I thumbed the app open.There it was. A new message from the university archives, sent just an hour ago. My breath hitched. The subject line read: “Re: Your inquiry about historical campus societies and private collections.”My blood ran cold. I had never sent that query. I kne
Lena’s POVThe nightmare didn’t end when I woke up.I jerked upright in bed, tangled in my sheets like I’d been fighting something all night. My chest heaved, my heart pounding so hard it felt like the whole room could hear it. I clutched at my throat, desperate to feel the cool weight of my pendant, but my fingers found nothing, just damp skin and the wild pulse beneath it.They’ll take it from you.My mother’s voice threaded through the silence, low and broken. It wasn’t a memory. It was more like she was still here, whispering from somewhere I couldn’t reach. The sound hollowed me out.Then the hunger hit.It wasn’t normal hunger. It was sharp and greedy, a twisting emptiness that no amount of food ever seemed to touch. I’d eaten more than enough at dinner, yet my stomach clawed for more. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet biting against the cold floor, and opened the mini-fridge. Sarah’s leftover pizza sat in a greasy box. I devoured two slices standing there in the dark, barely t
Lena’s POVBy the time Collins and I made it to the rink, the lights were already on, the sound of skates and sticks filling the air. I slowed when I saw him, Lucian. He was already there, standing near the bench, whistle hanging from his neck, arms folded across his chest.My heart lurched so hard it almost knocked the breath from me. What? How was he here? We had left him behind, outside Collins’s building, standing in the dark. I hadn’t spoken to him, hadn’t even looked back. And yet he was here now, in front of everyone, as if he’d been waiting all along. My stomach twisted, cold and hot at once. His eyes cut over me, unreadable, before he blew the whistle. “On the ice.”I hurried into gear, lacing skates with trembling fingers. Collins brushed my shoulder in silent reassurance before sliding onto the rink. I followed, the air biting cold against my cheeks.At first, practice went smoothly. I kept my focus sharp, my movements clean. Collins moved in sync with me, cutting passes, b
Lucien’s POVI told myself to walk away. To leave her alone for the night, let her breathe, let myself breathe. But my wolf didn’t believe me. He never did when it came to her.That was why I found myself standing outside Collins’s building, half-hidden in shadow, staring up at the window where I could feel her presence. Her heartbeat carried faintly through the night, quick and unsteady, every beat pulling at me. And his was there too—Collins’s rhythm, calm, intrusive, pressed too near to hers.My wolf growled low in my chest. He’s with her. He’s touching her. She is ours. Not his.I dragged in a breath of cold air, trying to ground myself, but it only carried their scents to me, hers sweet and sharp, his warm and smug. My fists tightened until the leather of my gloves creaked. I should leave. I should go back, pretend none of this mattered. But it did. It mattered too much.I pulled out my phone before I could stop myself. My thumb hovered, then pressed. She picked up fast, her voic







