บททั้งหมดของ HOCKEY ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN AFFAIR: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

HU:As I make my rounds on the rink, I spot Ruby skating toward me, and I let out a sigh. When she gets close enough, I come to a stop.“What on earth has been going on?” she demands, a frown forming on my face as I stare at her.“I have no idea what you are talking about.”She scoffs at my response, folding her arms. She nearly trips, but I instinctively reach out and grab her hand.“Oh, please do not save me. Your hands have already been on her!” she growls, and I release her with another sigh.“Are you serious right now? She was about to fall, and—”“You yelled at Caspian because of her, and I know that.”I stop speaking as she cuts me off. For a moment, there is silence between us.“You claimed you had no feelings for her, but you are just a liar. Worse still, you are not even trying to hide it. People have already noticed because I heard the gir

GINGER: Saturday arrives like a gust of wind, which means it is my first practice with Hu. The moment I wake up, I glance out the window and notice his curtains are drawn shut. Just as I am about to turn away, the curtains shift slightly, making my heart race as I instinctively duck down. “Okay, I’ve got this,” I whisper to myself, taking a deep breath. My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and I reach for it. A message from Caspian lights up the screen, easing the tension in my chest a little. “I know the arena is in your estate, but I’ll be around in thirty minutes to see you off.” Warmth spreads through my chest as I read his text. He really is as thoughtful as Hana always says. But just as the feeling settles, another notification drops down, this time from Hu. “You have an hour to meet me at the arena.” I roll my eyes before typing a quick response to Caspian. “See you later, babe.” With that, I grab a towel and head to the shower, trying to focus on Caspian rather than h

HU: I told myself the best way to get over Ginger was to stop caring about whatever she was doing or what was happening to her. And it was working—until she fell again. I know I’m supposed to help her up, but I try to avoid any contact with her because every time I touch her skin, I lose control, but it eats deep, and I know she is padded properly but I feel weird seeing her fall. The feeling hurts, and I want to hold her and guide her slowly, but I cannot. “What do you mean, you’re leaving?” I ask as she heads for the locker room, but she ignores me. “Hey, the coach put me in charge of you!” “Then tell him I quit unless he wants to change my trainer!” she yells back before disappearing inside. I sigh and sit back on the bench, tossing my stick hard against the floor. Frustration courses through me as I rip off my helmet, leaning back. I wish I could break this cycle, but every time I see her, all I want is to hold her in my arms. I know I need to get a grip, especially before Ca

GINGER:Truth be told, I’m kind of worked up about Hu. His behavior is driving me insane—in a bad way. And not the kind of insane where you’re secretly in love with him. Since he was being a total douchebag, I got Caspian to teach me instead, and honestly? It was the easiest thing ever. Hu looked normal when he walked in, but then, out of nowhere, Mr. Nice just disappeared.I stand there for a moment, watching as he disappears into the locker area. I make up my mind not to confront him because it only seems to fuel whatever demon lives inside him.Then, suddenly, he walks back out, holding a stick and a puck.“I see you’re advanced in your skills, so maybe it’s time to incorporate these,” he says, approaching me.I study him carefully—from the twitching of his fingers to the wrinkle in his brow, to his face, which refuses to relax.Is he mad I took lessons from Caspian? Shouldn’t that make his job easier?I don’t know why I’m even questioning myself. I mean, it’s Hu. The only thing he

HU:I know I shouldn’t be here. She asked me not to come, but today felt different. Today with her felt really good. For a moment, I forgot how shitty my life was. She’s so smart, so pretty, so bad at hockey—my fucking dream girl.I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. Even when I tried to sound serious, she would find a joke to lighten the mood, like she couldn’t stand to see me upset.After a lot of hesitation, I throw on my clothes and rush to her house. When I get to her window, I realize it’s shut, so I tap on the glass.She turns, her mouth parting. “Ar—” She starts to scream, but then slaps a hand over her lips, her brows furrowing as she recognizes me.I pray she doesn’t turn me away.She hesitates before walking to the window and unlocking it, sliding it up.“Can I come in?” I ask.She rolls her eyes but steps back, giving me just enough space to squeeze through. Once I’m inside, I close the window and turn to face her.“What are you doing here, Hu?” she whispers,