LOGINVioletta
I pushed the huge door frame open, and true to his words he was actually home. He sat across the dinner table, his phone in hand, so immersed that he didn't see me walk in.
I dropped my bag on the couch, making sure I caught his attention. He turned to me immediately.
A smile rose on Alaric's face and he came towards.
"You are finally back. The food I ordered is already starting to go cold." Alaric said, attempting to grab me.
I walked towards the dinner hall but before I could sit, his phone rang.
Just before he took it off the table, I saw the name on it. Lilith. I closed my eyes tight, the anger that was already starting to subside was coming back.
Alaric made a silly excuse and left the room. I stared at his back and smiled.
I would leave him tomorrow anyway. I took one more glance at the meals laid on the table before turning to leave.
Alaric happened to walk in just at that moment, "Aren't you eating?" He asked, looking genuinely confused.
I looked between him and the food and I couldn't help but chuckle. He had gotten so detached that he had even forgotten that I hate those.
"I'm not hungry." I said, trying to keep the little peace I still had. Alaric held my hand, not letting me leave.
"Try it, even if it's just one bite. It can serve as a late night snack."
I turned sharply towards him, he had never tried so hard before, even when he was still trying to get my trust.
"I'm not hungry."
I said once again and I could see his mood change immediately. Anger flicked in his eyes but he calmed it down.
"Okay. Since you've retired, can I get some of our old notes?" He asked, a fake smile on his face.
I smiled back, holding his hand the same way he held mine, even tighter. "Who told you that I would retire?"
Alaric blinked, his smile flickering for a moment. His eyes darted around but he returned his focus back to me. "You did. You promised me." He said, his voice firm, he actually thought I would still keep to his promise after what he did.
"Moreover, I've asked her to take your spot already and she said it was a success." Alaric said quickly.
My jaw tightened. Alaric seemed to notice my face and immediately continued. "Can you give the notes to me now?" His fake smile started to fade.
"What do you need it for?"
"Something important." He said, and I scoffed, I pulled my hand out of his after great effort.
"You don't need it anymore. Don't be petty about it." He scoffed.
"I just want to be petty. What can you do about it?" I asked, walking out of the room. Alaric stood at the dining room, his face red with anger.
As soon as I got to my room, I saw a message from my dad.
"Someone will pick you up at seven tomorrow." I smiled at his text. Replying with a thank you.
A knock came on my door at that moment and I scoffed. "What's wrong?"
I screamed from inside the room.
"I know you are still scared that I will ignore you. Don't worry, as long as you give me the notes. I'll return home every night." Alaric said, his voice muffled through the door.
I sneered at his words. This was the promise I had waited for. I would have ran into his arms as soon as he said those words but now, I couldn't even be bothered.
"Don't worry, I don't need you at home." I said, walking into the shower. His bangs on the door became muffled and I ignored it.
Tomorrow, I will finally leave this place.
***
I stopped at the coffee shop, but I sighted someone that made me turn.
Jude sat in the corner of the cafe, and his eyes caught mine. He smiled as soon as he saw me and waved me over.
I grabbed my coffee and walked towards him. "What a surprise seeing you here."
"You seem to have gotten over your addiction." He said, his eyes scanning my whole body.
I grabbed the seat opposite him and spoke. "That was just a mistake."
"Okay. I hope more mistakes like that happen." He said, and I couldn't help but think I imagined it.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He replied quickly, his hands circling the rim of his cup. "I heard you left Prestige. Would you be interested in leading another team?"
My head tilted slightly. "So you do know me?" I inquired, squinting my eyes. He chuckled in response.
"I can help you win that award you missed this year." He said, and I raised a brow. He seemed to know a lot about me.
"Why didn't you join my team when I was recruiting?" I asked.
"The message never got me. I would have never rejected you." He said, and I nodded but it was too late now.
"I'll consider your request." I said, getting up to my feet but I tripped, Jude raised to his feet, wanting to help.
I steadied myself before he got to me but I spilled some coffee on myself. Jude grabbed the wipes on the table, and tried cleaning the stain off.
"It's fine. My house is close by, I'll take care of it later." I said, pulling his hand away and at that moment a voice came from behind me.
"So this is the reason why you've been acting tough." Alaric bursts in, his hands balled into a tight fist and I couldn't help but scoff.
What right did he have to question me? I didn't bother to explain it to him, I let go of Jude's hand, about to leave.
"So what if I'm the reason?" Jude asked.
I turned towards him, my brows furrowed. He flashed a smile at me, and turned back to Alaric.
"What will you do about it?”
ViolettaAndrew took a long gulp from his glass, but he didn't join the others in their noisy celebration. He set his mug down with a dull thud, wiping the rainwater from his jaw. The crooked smile he'd worn when he arrived had disappeared, replaced by an unsettling seriousness that immediately caught my attention."Andrew?" I leaned forward, frowning. "What's going on? You look like you've just walked out of a crime scene."He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he glanced around the crowded pub, where Luke and Henry were arguing over a game of darts, before moving his chair closer to our booth."Don't get too comfortable, Violetta. And definitely don't celebrate yet."Jude's hand, which had been resting behind my seat, immediately stiffened. His dark eyes narrowed as he looked at Andrew."If you've come here to ruin the team's evening, Andrew, pick another time.""I came because she needs to know what's happening before Monday," Andrew replied, looking directly at me. "Lilith isn't
Violetta"If Coach glares at her phone one more time, I'm calling a team meeting to confiscate it!"Luke's voice boomed across the private booth as he slammed his glass of beer onto the wooden table."She's not looking at her phone, idiot," Henry snorted, tossing an onion ring at his forehead. "She's watching the door. More specifically, she's waiting for the guy who's currently paying our tab."Laughter erupted around the table.We were at The Red Lantern, a cozy pub three blocks from the arena. The dim lighting, crowded booths, and smell of roasted food made it the perfect place to unwind after a long week.I sat at the head of the table, my cheeks warming beneath the amber lights. I tried to give the boys my usual stern coaching look, but tonight, it wasn't working."I can hear both of you," I warned, taking a sip of my cider. "And if either of you drops another onion ring on the floor, you'll be running extra ladder drills tomorrow morning at six.""Oh, come on, Coach!" Izel laugh
ViolettaEvery time I turned a corner in the facility, Jude seemed to be there.He didn't make a scene or cross the boundary I'd drawn between us after our confrontation in the video room. But he was everywhere. A warm cup of black coffee, exactly two sugars the way I liked it when my head was pounding, would appear on the edge of my desk before morning practice. A fresh stack of organized scouting reports would be waiting on my chair. Sometimes, I'd catch his tall figure standing near the glass in the arena, his eyes following my movements as I put the boys through their third-period power plays.He wasn't pushing me. He was simply staying close, leaving the door open in case I ever decided to stop running.And it was eating me alive.Every time I caught sight of his broad shoulders or heard his low voice answering Izel's questions near the bench, guilt twisted in my stomach. I had shut him out because I was afraid. I'd used Julian's past as an excuse to hide behind my own pride, acc
Violetta"Drink up, Coach! If your team plays half as aggressively on the ice as you pour scotch, you might actually survive the qualifiers!"Laughter rolled through the private VIP booth. Executive inspector Miller, a senior representative of the international athletic board, raised his glass. Three other officials joined him, their faces flushed beneath the dim club lights.None of them noticed the small black lens tucked between the buttons of my blazer.I smiled politely, maintaining my professional composure as I raised my glass of water."I appreciate the enthusiasm, gentlemen. I just want to make sure our committee representatives are comfortable during inspection week.""Oh, you've taken care of us alright," Miller chuckled, taking another heavy gulp. "That Lilith woman thought she could buy us with hotel suites to restrict your budget allocations. But between us, Coach? The woman doesn't know a damn thing about hockey. Easy money."My heart gave a sharp beat, but I kept my ex
Lilith "Make sure those deployment reports are on my desk before evening tea, or don't bother showing your face at the board meeting." I snapped my platinum compact shut and checked my reflection. The golden-frosted halls of the Grand Horizon Hotel gleamed around me, polished marble reflecting the chandeliers overhead. The committee had finally confirmed the international coaching championship calendar. The tournament would begin in exactly three weeks. Three weeks until Violetta's carefully rebuilt little world came apart. Ever since she had started digging through the administrative logs and asking questions about Julian's old file, she had been avoiding Jude. Good. Let them tear each other apart. Violetta had always been too proud to admit when she was losing, and I intended to make sure she had nowhere left to turn. The timing suited me perfectly. With the championship approaching, the team needed every hour of preparation and every dollar of its approved budget. A few reducti
Violetta The silence in the team video room was suffocating. I stood beside the dry-erase board, marker in hand, staring at the plays I had drawn twenty minutes earlier. The players had already left for afternoon practice, their voices fading down the hallway until only the projector's low hum remained. I thought Jude had left the building. Instead, he stood beside the heavy mahogany door, his tall frame casting a shadow across the room. He hadn't said anything since the players left, but his presence was enough to make my shoulders tense. "You're going to erase a hole through that board if you keep pressing so hard, Coach." My hand stopped moving. I capped the marker and turned toward him, folding my arms across my chest. "Why are you still here, Jude? I thought we agreed you would give me space." "I said I'd step back during practice. I didn't say I would stop trying to understand what's happening between us." "There's nothing to understand." "Then why are you a







