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Chapter 9

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Anna’s POV

The whistle blows.

Play resumes.

The ice comes alive again — skates carving sharp lines, sticks clashing, the crowd roaring as if nothing monumental just happened a few seconds ago. But everything has changed. I can feel it in the air, thick and charged, like the stadium itself is holding its breath.

Ryder takes his position at center ice.

I watch him without meaning to.

He’s tense, shoulders locked, jaw clenched so tight it looks painful. His grip on his stick is wrong — too rigid, too angry. This isn’t the Ryder who used to dominate the rink with effortless confidence. This Ryder looks like he’s fighting something inside his own head.

The puck drops.

He misses the pass.

It’s small — blink-and-you-miss-it small — but it happens. The puck slides cleanly past his stick, bouncing uselessly toward the boards where a Winterveil player snatches it up without hesitation.

A ripple of confusion moves through the crowd.

My breath stutters.

Ryder reacts a second too late, twisting sh
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  • FATED TO THE HOCKEY STARS   Chapter 12

    Henry’s POVThe locker room doors closed behind us, muting the roar of the stadium into something distant and unreal. For a moment, it was just the echo of our footsteps and the sharp smell of sweat, ice, and adrenaline.Then someone shouted.“We did it!”And just like that, the room exploded.Music blared from a speaker Kyle must’ve smuggled in. Jerseys were ripped off and flung across benches. Someone popped a bottle—champagne, I realized distantly—and foam sprayed across the tiled floor.Victory always felt loud.But tonight, it felt… fuller.Anna stood just inside the doorway, frozen in place like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to cross the threshold. Liam’s jacket still hung off her shoulders, sleeves covering half her hands. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everything—the noise, the chaos, us.She looked small there.Not weak.Just… new.I moved toward her before I consciously decided to.“You okay?” I asked.She startled slightly, then nodded. “Yeah. Just… I didn’t e

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    Anna POVThe first thing I noticed after the final buzzer wasn’t the cheering.It was Enid.She stood up so abruptly that her seat snapped back with a sharp crack, the sound swallowed instantly by the roaring stadium. Her face was blotchy, eyes glassy and wild, makeup smeared like she’d been crying longer than anyone realized. She wasn’t screaming anymore. She wasn’t posturing.She was breaking.I watched her clutch her coat around herself as if she were cold, even though the stadium was overheated with bodies and noise and triumph. Her gaze flicked once—just once—toward the ice, toward Ryder, toward me.The look in her eyes wasn’t hatred.It was devastation.She turned and pushed through the crowd, shoulders shaking, knocking into people who barely noticed her. No one stopped her. No one followed. The cameras didn’t care.Not anymore.“Anna?” Henry’s voice reached me gently. “You okay?”I nodded, though my chest felt tight, crowded with too many emotions pressing against my ribs. Gui

  • FATED TO THE HOCKEY STARS   Chapter 10

    Tyler POVI know Ryder Willson is going to lose before the scoreboard tells anyone else.It’s in the way his shoulders hunch, like he’s carrying something too heavy.It’s in the way his scent fractures—confidence cracking into rage, jealousy, and something dangerously close to desperation.And most of all, it’s in where his eyes keep drifting.Not to the puck.Not to his teammates.To Anna.“She’s not even looking at him,” Kyle mutters as he skates past me, breath fogging the air. “That’s what’s killing him.”I don’t answer, because Kyle’s right—and because I’m too busy watching Ryder miss his mark by a full second. His timing is off. His rhythm shattered.Liam’s voice snaps through the comm.“Tyler. Pressure him. He’s spiraling.”A slow, sharp smile curves my mouth.“Copy that.”The puck slides across the ice, and instinct takes over. My skates bite, muscles coiling, years of discipline humming through my blood. I pivot, scanning the ice in a single sweep.Willow-Hills is scrambling.

  • FATED TO THE HOCKEY STARS   Chapter 9

    Anna’s POVThe whistle blows.Play resumes.The ice comes alive again — skates carving sharp lines, sticks clashing, the crowd roaring as if nothing monumental just happened a few seconds ago. But everything has changed. I can feel it in the air, thick and charged, like the stadium itself is holding its breath.Ryder takes his position at center ice.I watch him without meaning to.He’s tense, shoulders locked, jaw clenched so tight it looks painful. His grip on his stick is wrong — too rigid, too angry. This isn’t the Ryder who used to dominate the rink with effortless confidence. This Ryder looks like he’s fighting something inside his own head.The puck drops.He misses the pass.It’s small — blink-and-you-miss-it small — but it happens. The puck slides cleanly past his stick, bouncing uselessly toward the boards where a Winterveil player snatches it up without hesitation.A ripple of confusion moves through the crowd.My breath stutters.Ryder reacts a second too late, twisting sh

  • FATED TO THE HOCKEY STARS   Chapter 8

    Anna’s POVThe break in the game came too soon.One moment, the crowd was still buzzing from the kiss — the shockwaves of it rippling through the stadium like an aftershock — and the next, the referee’s whistle cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. Players skated toward the benches, sticks tapping the ice, coaches shouting instructions that blurred into meaningless sound.My heart was still pounding far too fast.I could feel it everywhere — in my throat, in my fingertips, in the places Liam had touched me when he pulled me close. My lips tingled faintly, the echo of his mouth still lingering, and that alone should have terrified me.This was supposed to be fake.I shifted my weight, suddenly hyperaware of how exposed I felt standing there. Even with the Winterveil boys flanking me, even with their presence acting like a shield, I felt like the entire stadium could see straight through me — to the girl who had been shattered and was now pretending she wasn’t.Then the air chang

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