MasukAya's POVNow why does it sound like I am whining??!I take a huge breath and peer up at him. Yup.. Bad decision as a muscle ticks in Johanis’s jaw. “Is it some four random girls?” he asks, voice dangerously calm.I bite my lip and don’t answer. He exhales slowly through his nose and glances past me toward Kael and Leon. “Is it them again?”Leon, traitor that he is, rubs the back of his neck. “Well…”Kael shoots him a look.“Well?” Johanis repeats.Leon sighs. “They cornered her outside after Pack Ethics.”Oh, I am going to shove him into the ice. And here I was trying to calm down Joha’s nerves only for them to fuel it up!“It wasn’t cornering,” I protest weakly. “It was more like… an unnecessary social interaction.”Johanis does not look amused. But seriously though, why am I protecting those four girls again??The cold from the rink seems to sharpen around us. His scent shifts—subtle but there. Controlled dominance. The kind he keeps leashed during games.“They said I was distractin
“The audacity of you!” one of them snaps, stepping so close I can smell the artificial sweetness of her perfume. Ugh, geez. This is obviously them trying so hard to make their pheromones smell.Her eyes rake over me like I’ve personally offended the concept of their own hierarchy.“The audacity,” she repeats, “..to say that like it means something.”“It does mean something,” I reply evenly, even though my pulse is kicking hard against my ribs. “It means you don’t get to decide what I am to him.”A sharp laugh cuts through the air. “Mate?” the girl with the twirling hair echoes. “Please. Do you even hear yourself?”“Yes,” I say flatly. “I do.”“And we’re supposed to just accept that?” another one says. “You show up out of nowhere, cling to the captain, and suddenly you’re—what? Untouchable? Besides, he rejected you!”Cling.The word almost makes me laugh.If only they knew how hard we’ve been trying not to.The unlinking stone in my pocket hums faintly again, a subtle vibration against
Aya's POVThree days have passed. That’s all it takes for Woodhill to pretend nothing happened.The ice rink stands whole again—perfectly smooth, gleaming under the high lights. I recall the faint shimmer of restoration magic from Elder Odin and the other professors still humming in the air like a held breath. Wards stitched back into the bones of the structure. Reinforced runes humming under the ice. Even the scorch marks have been erased so thoroughly it’s as if the fire never existed.As if I never stood there with flames rushing toward me. As if Johanis never burned to protect me. Almost revealing his identity in the process..But I was simply amazed at the fact that the university works fast when it wants to. And right now, they want tonight’s unofficial scrimmage against Hillia Academy to happen without a hitch. So Johanis and the others are currently there to practice hard.I understand all that.. But I swear to the Moon Goddess—I want to smack them all!Hard.Because while th
Aya's POV The principal arrives like a storm that doesn’t bother knocking. The clinic door opens with a sharp crack, and the air seems to change immediately—thicker, heavier, like every molecule is bracing itself. Principal Reed steps inside with his hands clasped behind his back, posture rigid, eyes already scanning the room with unsettling precision.His gaze lands on Johanis.He pauses.Then his brow lifts, just slightly. “You really had the guts to summon me, young man?”Johanis doesn’t even flinch nor blink. Even half-broken, seated on the edge of a clinic bed with burn marks still faintly glowing under Mika’s healing salves, he somehow manages to look composed. Respectful, yes but still dangerous. He never lets his guard down.“I do apologize if I have offended you, Principal Reed,” Johanis says evenly. “But please keep in mind—this was no accident.”The principal exhales through his nose, unimpressed. “You think we’re a bunch of idiots? Of course we know that.”Coach steps in
Aya's POV Johanis should not be upright.That is the only coherent thought my brain manages as he shifts his weight off the edge of the clinic bed and immediately sways like a tower that’s decided gravity is optional. Mika’s hand shoots out on instinct, fingers digging into his arm.“Absolutely not, young master.” she says flatly.“I’m fine,” Johanis replies, which would be more convincing if his knees weren’t visibly trembling. “We need to go. Now.”“Go where?” I demand, stepping closer without even realizing it.“The principal’s office,” he says, as if that explains everything. “As soon as possible.”My heart skips. “What? Now?”Had he finally gone mad?“Yes.”Mika stares at him like she’s debating whether healing magic can be legally repurposed into a sedative dart. “You were on fire less than an hour ago.”“And?” he counters.“And,” she says slowly, “..your side looks like it lost a duel with a cursed forge.”He ignores her entirely and reaches for me instead. For half a terrifyi
Aya's POV I want to cover for my mate.I want to say something—anything—that will redirect Elder Odin’s attention away from Johanis, away from the impossible blue fire, away from the truth sitting in my chest like a live wire.But I don’t know what on earth my response is supposed to be. So I just shake my head.Once.Twice.A silent, helpless motion—back and forth—like a child who’s reached the edge of language and found nothing there. For a moment, the elder only watches me. Not impatient. Not disapproving. Just… assessing. As if my lack of an answer is an answer in itself.“Hm,” he murmurs. The sound is neither gentle nor cruel. Just old. Heavy with centuries of having seen this before—whatever this is.“As I suspected,” he says quietly. My stomach drops at his comment.“I don’t understand,” I manage, my voice thin and scraped raw. “I—I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I don’t even know how it did.”“I know,” Odin replies. And somehow, that scares me more than accusation eve







