ログインTHIRD PERSON The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the medical wing at the Alpha mansion, casting a pale, golden warmth over the quiet room. Outside, the news of the Ice Wolves’ championship victory was still ringing across the territory, but inside, the air was thick with a heavy, suffocating tension. Trenton sat on the edge of the high padded examination bed, his right arm bound tightly against his chest in a black shoulder sling. Dr. Evans stood beside him, carefully adjusting the medical straps while checking his pulse. Aria sat right next to Trenton on a low wooden chair, her hands gently wrapped around his left palm. Her fingers were warm, and every few seconds she stroked the back of his hand with her thumb, sending a quiet, comforting current through their fated bond. "The swelling has gone down slightly, Trenton," Dr. Evans said softly, taking a step back and recording notes on his digital tablet. "However, the underlying muscle tear is still extremel
TRENTON The quiet medical room felt like a small island of peace in the middle of a roaring ocean. Outside the heavy wooden doors, the stadium was still buzzing with confused murmurs, but inside, the air was dead silent. I sat on the edge of the examination table, my chest heaving with slow, heavy breaths. My right shoulder felt like it was on fire, pulsating with a fierce, hot agony underneath the thick ice pack Dr. Evans had pressed against my skin.Commissioner Jackson stood right in front of me, his sharp charcoal suit looking pristine under the bright fluorescent lights. Beside him, Mr. Prescott held a leather folder tightly against his chest."The choice is entirely yours, Captain Lockwood," Commissioner Jackson repeated, his deep voice serious and formal. "The Mountain Bears have been officially disqualified for catastrophic athletic fraud, bribery, and criminal conspiracy. You can accept the championship trophy right now by default, or we can schedule a fresh match tomorrow w
THIRD PERSON The high, domed roof of the grand arena seemed to shrink as a heavy, breathless quiet fell over the fifteen thousand spectators. On the icy rink below, Bradley stood frozen in the tight grip of the league security guards. The arrogant smirk that had lived on his face for weeks was completely gone, replaced by a pale, hollow look of pure terror. Sweat dripped down his forehead, running in clear streams into his collar.High above the ice, the giant digital screens flashed a deep, dark red. The audio graphic jumped back to life, and the final recorded phone call blasted out through the massive speakers, echoing off every wall of the frozen stadium."Is everything ready on your end, Bradley?"The deep, smooth voice of Tristan Lockwood filled the quiet arena. It was unmistakable. Every pack member, every hockey fan, and every official in Winterridge instantly recognized the voice of Trenton's dark, scheming twin brother."The referees are locked in, Tristan," Bradley’s recor
THIRD PERSON The massive arena fell into a complete, terrifying silence. Fifteen thousand people held their breath as the sound of static crackled sharply over the giant loudspeakers hanging above the rink. The bright blue digital audio wave on the giant scoreboard screen began to jump and bounce, reacting to the sudden sound of a voice filling the room.It was Bradley’s voice.The sound was shockingly clear, ringing out across the frozen stadium with painful clarity."Is the payment secured?" Bradley’s recorded voice asked through the speakers, sounding cold, arrogant, and completely calm. "I need to make sure Miller and his crew know their exact jobs for Friday night."A heavy, static-laced male voice replied over the recording. "The five hundred thousand was transferred to Miller's offshore account at three this morning. The side linesmen got their cuts too. They know what to do, Bradley.""Good," Bradley’s recorded voice continued, making every single person in the stadium freeze
TRENTON The frozen surface beneath my face felt like a sheet of pure ice, but the fiery agony burning through my right shoulder was hot enough to consume me whole. I lay there on the cold rink, clutching my right arm tightly against my ribs, unable to draw a single full breath of air. Every small movement sent jagged spikes of electric pain shooting up my neck and straight into my spine.Around me, fifteen thousand voices erupted into a deafening, terrifying roar of pure rage."Diving?!" Lucian screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking with utter disbelief as he charged toward Referee Miller. "Are you out of your mind, Ref?! He was hit from behind into the iron goalpost! He can't even stand up, and you're calling a penalty on him?!""Back off, fourteen!" Referee Miller yelled back, his face turning bright red as he put his hands on his hips and blew his whistle again. "Back off right now, or I'm giving you a ten-minute game misconduct! The call stands! Two minutes for divi
TRENTON The deafening roar of fifteen thousand fans hit me like a physical wall the second I skated out of the dark concrete tunnel and onto the bright, glowing ice of the main arena. Bright television spotlights flashed overhead, illuminating the thick haze of cold mist floating above the rink. The entire stadium was screaming—some fans cheering wildly for the Winterridge Ice Wolves, while thousands of opposing fans booed, holding up bright signs mocking my personal life and pointing at my face.I took a long, deep breath of the freezing air, feeling the sharp scent of scraped ice fill my lungs. I ignored the screaming crowds, the flashing camera bulbs, and the cruel signs. I tightened my gloved hands around my hockey stick and focused entirely on the small, black rubber puck sitting at the center dot. My right shoulder was tightly bound beneath my jersey with layers of heavy athletic tape, aching with a dull, constant throb, but my mind was completely crystal clear."Stay sharp, bo
AriaThe first thing I noticed once I stepped inside the locker room wasn't his fake smile or his scheming eyes that hinted that he thought he had me wrapped around his tiny fingers.No.The first thing I noticed… was the mate bond between us. It was no longer as strong as it used to be.In my prev
Aria.“You… poisoned me…” I whispered, feeling a coil wrapping around me tightly, suffocating me.I slumped on the floor, blood already dripping down my mouth and nose.“Of course.” He laughed coldly, staring down at me like I was something unworthy. “You really believed that I was going to have so
Aria.“Trenton Lockwood!!!”The cheers of the students and the cheerleading squad echoed through Winterridge University’s hockey arena, pom-poms waving in the air.Trenton Lockwood, the golden son of Alpha Liam Lockwood, the future pack leader, my stepbrother, skated through the ice, every stride p
Aria's POVEven from where I stood, I still couldn’t understand why Trenton was staring at me with such suspicion. That look wasn’t just terrifying—it was horrifying. This was the first time he had ever looked at me that way.Even though the scene refused to leave my mind, I decided to brush it off







