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Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy Chapter 17
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
Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy Chapter 16
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
Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy Chapter 15
Lena’s POVSarah noticed the moment I walked through the door. She always did. I hadn’t even set my bag down before she sat up from her bed, eyebrows arched, a sly grin tugging her lips.“Well, well,” she said, sing-song. “Someone looks like they just stepped out of a rom-com.”Heat rushed up my neck. “Don’t start,” I warned, sharper than I meant. My pulse jumped as I searched her face, panic whispering in the back of my mind. Did she see us?“Don’t start what?” she smirked, snapping her laptop shut with a flourish. “I didn’t say Collins has been trailing you like a lost puppy, or that you’re walking around with that glow girls only get when someone sneaks in a goodnight kiss. Nope. Not a word. Totally innocent.”“I said don’t,” I snapped sharper than I meant. My nerves were already raw, stretched thin between the memory of Collins’s lips and the image of Lucien’s golden eyes burning from the shadows. Sarah’s teasing dug into wounds I hadn’t even figured out how to name.Her grin soft
Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy Chapter 14
Lucien’s POVThe knock came heavy against the wood, steady as a heartbeat that didn’t belong to the building. My wolf stiffened before my mind did, hackles rising, lips curling in a silent snarl inside me. I didn’t need to scent the air to know who it was, the Lycan Council. I moved fast, my hand pressing to Lena’s shoulder as I steered her back from the door. Her wide eyes searched mine, demanding answers I couldn’t give.“Lucien, what is going on?” she whispered, her voice tight with fear.“Don’t argue,” I snapped, my voice low enough to crack stone. “Cupboard, back corner. Go. Now.”The sound of another knock shook the frame, sharper this time. My wolf growled so hard my chest vibrated. Lena finally obeyed, slipping into the small storage closet across the room, the door clicking shut behind her. I caught one last flash of her eyes in the dark, frightened and stubborn. Then I turned to face the danger. I opened the door.Three men stood in the hallway. Dark coats. Calm faces. Their
Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy Chapter 13
Lena’s POVWhen I shut the dorm door behind me, I could still feel Collins’s lips on mine, warm and careful, but that wasn’t what haunted me. It was Lucien. The way he’d stood in the shadows across the street. The way his eyes had burned with a gold light that vanished too fast, leaving me shaken and guilty. Collins’s kiss had been soft, almost sweet, yet it wasn’t what made my chest ache now. It was the memory of Lucien watching, silent, like some unspoken claim had passed between us.I set my bag down harder than I meant to, and Sarah, stretched out with her laptop, looked up with a grin. “Well, well. Someone looks like she just walked home from a rom-com. Hungry? I heated pasta if you want some.”Heat crept up my neck. “Don’t start.”She smirked, snapping her laptop shut. “Don’t start what? I didn’t say a word about Collins following you around like a puppy, or about how you look like someone kissed you goodnight.”“I said don’t,” I snapped, sharper than I meant. My nerves were fra
Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy Chapter 12
Lena’s POVWhen I woke, the room already felt heavy, as though the air carried the weight of the night before. My body buzzed restlessly, even though I hadn’t slept much. The questions I’d been trying to bury pushed back into my head the moment my eyes opened. Why was I hungrier than ever, eating more than Sarah and still feeling empty? Why did my legs feel faster, sharper, like they belonged to someone else, someone stronger? And most of all, what was it inside me that even I didn’t understand, something my mother had died to protect?I pressed my fingers to my temples, but the thoughts clung like shadows. My bag was already packed, my hoodie pulled over shaking hands. A new day, the same unease. I told myself it was only nerves, only hockey, only stress. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t.On the walk to the rink, I caught up with two teammates. They smiled for once instead of glaring or whispering. “You’ve gotten faster, Brooklyn,” one said with a crooked grin. “Those edges yesterday
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