Mag-log inTRENTON We won the opening championship match, but the victory did not feel good at all. My left shoulder hurt worse than it had in days. Every time I lifted my arm or turned too quickly, sharp pain shot through the joint and down my side. I tried hard not to show it. A captain is supposed to give the team confidence even when his own starts to fall apart. If the guys saw how bad the pain really was, they might start to lose hope. So I kept my face calm and my voice steady no matter how much it cost me.In the locker room after the game the atmosphere was strange. The team was happy we had won, but the celebration stayed quiet. Jake sat down beside me while I carefully pulled off my jersey. He watched the way I moved my left arm and frowned.“You took a lot of heavy hits tonight, Cap,” he said. “How bad is the shoulder really?”“It’s fine,” I answered. The lie tasted bitter in my mouth. “Just sore from the game. Nothing I can’t handle.”Jake looked at me for a long moment. His eyes s
TRENTON The national championship finally began under a roar so loud it felt like the entire arena was shaking. Thousands of people packed every seat from the ice all the way to the highest rows. Blue and silver flags waved in every direction I looked. The noise of the crowd mixed with the sound of sticks tapping and skates cutting the ice. This was not just another hockey game. Winterridge University and the entire Lockwood Pack were watching. Every shift on the ice felt heavier than the last because this tournament had become a battle for my future as the next Alpha.From the very first puck drop, something felt wrong. The other team did not play normal hockey. They ignored the usual flow of the game and seemed obsessed with only one thing—me. Every time the puck touched my stick, another player crashed hard into my already injured left shoulder. The checks were just legal enough to avoid penalties, but they were far more violent than they needed to be. It was impossible to believe
TRENTON The night before the big game the locker room felt too quiet. The usual jokes and loud talking were gone. Everyone sat on the benches with heavy faces. My shoulder still hurt under the tape, but the pain in the room felt bigger than that. Lucien’s empty stall stared at all of us. The doping rumors still floated around outside. Some sports people on TV said we were finished. A few rival packs were already celebrating like we had lost. Even some elders in our own pack whispered that maybe Winter ridge could not represent the kingdom with honor anymore. I stood in the middle of the room and looked at every face. These were my teammates. My brothers on the ice. I could see the fear in their eyes. Some of the younger ones stared at the floor. Jake kept rubbing his hands together. Coach Harrison stayed quiet near the door and just watched me. I took a slow breath. My heart was beating hard. I did not want to give them some fake speech full of big words. They deserved the truth.
ARIA The investigation into Lucien started pulling me into the growing controversy simply because of my relationship with Trenton. Rumors spread across campus faster than anyone could stop them. People said I had helped cover up the doping scandal. Some even claimed I had manipulated Trenton into protecting guilty teammates. Every time I walked into a lecture hall the whispering began almost immediately. Students looked at me and then quickly looked away. Strangers stared openly as I crossed the courtyard between classes. Anonymous accounts on social media flooded every post with cruel accusations that painted me as the real mastermind behind Winterridge’s problems. I had grown stronger through months of training, but the constant judgment still hurt far more than I wanted to admit. It felt like walking around with a heavy coat I could never take off. One afternoon Trenton found me sitting alone on a quiet bench behind the library. My eyes were already red from trying not to cry
TRENTON Lucien’s suspension threw the whole Ice Wolves team into complete chaos only days before another huge championship match. As captain I was supposed to calm everyone down, keep doing the painful shoulder rehab, go to every strategy meeting, and somehow get the team ready for the hardest games of the season. At the same time I could not just leave Lucien alone to face this by himself. He had stood beside me through every win and every loss since we were little kids. He was my best friend in the world. Every hour I spent trying to prove he was innocent stole time away from the team that needed me. I felt trapped between loyalty to my friend and responsibility to the players who depended on my leadership. One afternoon after a short and quiet practice I sat in Coach Harrison’s office. My shoulder still ached badly from the morning rehab exercises. Coach looked more tired than usual as he closed the door. “Trenton, listen to me carefully,” he said in a low, serious voice. “I
LUCIENI arrived at the arena early that morning like I always did on game days. The championship match was only a few hours away and my stomach was full of the good kind of nerves. I walked into the locker room expecting the usual loud noise of guys laughing, taping their sticks, and talking about the other team. Instead I found several serious-looking league officials already standing inside with clipboards, gloves, and small cameras. Their faces were blank and professional.Coach Harrison stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. He looked more tense than I had ever seen him. “Listen up, everyone,” he said in a firm voice. “The league is doing a surprise inspection of every single locker. There have been doping rumors around the university and they have to check everything before we are allowed to play today. Open your lockers, step back, and let them work. This should be quick.”Most of us laughed a little under our breath. We had nothing to hide. Jake bumped my shoul
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
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







