INICIAR SESIÓNKILLIAN'S POVI stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers tightening around the heavy strap of my hockey bag until my knuckles turned white.My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked at Maya. She was standing by the couch, her emerald eyes completely locked onto mine, demanding an answer. I was painfully aware that my father and her mother were sitting only a few feet away, watching us both with curious expressions.I forced my face to remain completely blank, swallowing the sudden panic rising in my throat. I let out a dry, forced chuckle and set my hockey bag down on the floor."I'm sorry, Maya," I said, forcing a confused expression. "What are you talking about?"Maya didn't blink. She held my gaze for a long, agonizing second, her eyes swimming with a mixture of disappointment and silent warning. But she knew as well as I did that we couldn't have this conversation in front of our parents."The rivalry game announcements," Maya claimed smoothly, her voice steady but incredibly co
MAYA'S POVI knew something was terribly wrong the moment Killian failed to answer my question.For several agonizing seconds, he simply stood there in the middle of the kitchen, his hand frozen around the unopened plastic bottle of water. The silence that stretched between us was deafening. It grew heavier and more suffocating than any loud argument we had ever had. His dark eyes searched mine, flickering with a sudden, defensive panic that made my stomach twist."Killian," I whispered, stepping a fraction closer, my heart pounding against my ribs. "I'm asking you. Is there something about your future that you aren't telling me?"Before he could open his mouth to respond, the soft, rhythmic sound of footsteps echoing from the hallway forced us to instantly take a step back from each other.The heavy tension in the air didn't have time to clear before my mother walked into the kitchen. She was looking down at her hands, clearly searching for something."Oh, hello, you two," she said,
KILLIAN'S POVI spent most of the evening trapped inside one of the arena’s glass conference rooms, staring down at my charity banquet speech.It should have been an easy task, but my father’s commanding request to publicly thank Victoria kept making it impossible. Every time I tried to type out a paragraph, the words felt like ash in my mouth."Hey, cap," JD said, strolling into the room with a protein shake in his hand. He stopped by the table, looking down at me with a smirk. "You've been staring at that exact same sentence for nearly ten minutes. I've seen you face down a line of two-hundred-pound defensemen without blinking, but a microphone makes you look like you're about to faint.""I'm just trying to get the phrasing right," I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes. "Go away, JD.""Let me see this masterpiece," he joked, lunging forward and snatching the printed draft right off the table. He cleared his throat dramatically and struck a ridiculous pose. "Ladies and gentlemen, as cap
MAYA’S POVThe fashion department became even noisier and more frantic as the charity banquet drew closer. Every single final-year student was in a desperate race against the clock, working late into the night to complete their garments before the biggest event of the semester arrived.During our morning roll call, our head lecturer gathered us around the cutting tables, her eyes serious as she looked at our tired faces."I need you all to dig deep for these last few days," she said, her voice echoing in the busy studio. "Remember, graduation is only a few weeks away. This banquet isn't just a fun school fundraiser anymore. It is a massive opportunity to impress some of the biggest, most influential names in the fashion industry. Luxury brands, major investors, and international fashion executives will all be sitting in that ballroom, actively searching for fresh talent before you officially leave this university. One good impression could launch your career."Her announcement left
KILLIAN'S POVWe returned to our regular training schedule the very next morning, but the entire arena felt completely different.The quiet, focused energy of our usual practices was gone, replaced by absolute chaos. With the charity banquet only a few days away and our massive rivalry game fast approaching, the facility was crawling with people. Sports reporters with cameras, corporate sponsors in expensive suits, and university public relations staff seemed to be around every single corner.Before we could even lace up our skates, Coach blew his whistle and gathered the entire squad at center ice."Listen up, men," Coach said, his deep voice echoing off the empty rafters. "First off, I want to congratulate all of you on how you handled yourselves at the children's hospital yesterday. The university has already received some incredible press from it. You represented the Wolves with class."He paused, looking at each of us, his expression turning serious. "But the work isn't done. Th
MAYA'S POVMy heart stopped. For a second, the entire room felt completely devoid of air. I stood frozen, my hands gripping the edge of my fabric box so hard my knuckles turned white. I was terrified to move, terrified to look at anyone, certain that the guilt was written all over my face.Then, the heavy silence broke. A wave of warm laughter rippled through the ward. The nurses, the hospital volunteers, and several of Killian's teammates let out good-natured chuckles. One of the head nurses stepped forward, a wide smile on her face as she gently ruffled the little boy's messy hair."Oh, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "We don't embarrass our guests like that. They are here to help us, not to get interrogated!"The little boy simply shrugged his small shoulders, completely unfazed. He looked between the two of us with total innocence. "But they looked really happy together while they were helping us," he insisted, pointing a small finger. "Like a team."A







