All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed By The Alpha Hockey Stars : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Luna’s POVAs soon as I see Lily standing in the locker room with my teammates, all the rage and fury I’ve been holding back since being trapped in that suffocating cell comes flooding out of me like a dam bursting.Without thinking or hesitating for even a second, I launch myself directly at her, my anger giving me explosive energy. Before anyone can react or try to stop me, I deliver a deafening slap across her face that echoes throughout the entire locker room.The sound of the impact silences all conversation and celebration immediately. Everyone turns to stare in shock as Lily stumbles backward from the force of the blow, her hand flying to her reddening cheek.“You psychotic bitch!” I scream at her, my voice filled with all the fear and anger she put me through. “How dare you show your face here after what you did to me!”Lily tries to say something in response, but I’m not finished with her. All the helplessness and terror I felt while trapped in that cell transforms into pure,

Luna’s POV I spend the entire night tossing and turning in my bed, unable to sleep properly after everything Cassie said about Coach Margret’s mysterious phone calls. The words “rituals under the full moon” keep echoing in my mind, combining with Coach Rafe’s cryptic warnings to create a sense of impending doom that I can’t shake. Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of the suffocating cell where Lily trapped me, mixed with images of Coach Margret’s intense stares and the strange conversation I overheard between him and Coach Rafe weeks ago. Something is building toward a dangerous climax, and I feel like I’m walking blindly into a trap. When morning finally arrives, I immediately turn to Cassie, hoping she can provide more details about what she overheard Coach Margret saying on those phone calls. “Cassie,” I say urgently as soon as she shows signs of waking up. “Last night you told me something really important about Coach Margret making calls about rituals under the full m

Luna’s POVStanding alone in the crowded aquarium, I pull out my phone and try calling Cassie to find out where she is. I need to get back to familiar faces and away from this unsettling feeling of being watched.The phone rings several times before going to voicemail. I try again, but this time it doesn’t even ring, it goes straight to an automated message saying the number is not reachable.“That’s strange,” I mutter to myself, checking my signal strength. I have full bars, so the problem isn’t on my end.I try calling Cassie’s number multiple times over the next hour, moving through different areas of the aquarium and even stepping outside to see if that helps. But every attempt gives me the same result, her phone is completely unreachable.The sun is starting to set outside, and the aquarium is beginning to silent.Finally, just as I’m starting to seriously worry about Cassie’s whereabouts, my phone buzzes with a text message from her.“Hey Luna! Meet me at the resort’s famous nig

Luna’s POVThe creepy alleyway feels like something out of a nightmare as I pursue the mysterious figure deeper into the shadows. Broken glass crunches under my feet. Every rational part of my mind is screaming at me to turn around and run back to the safety of the resort, but my desperate need for answers about my mother keeps me moving forward.The figure I’ve been chasing suddenly stops running and turns to face me. Even in the dim light filtering through the broken streetlamps, I can see that they’re wearing some kind of mask or hood that completely obscures their features.“So you’re so easy.” The figure says in a voice that’s deliberately disguised to sound deeper and more menacing than it probably naturally is.The mocking tone in their voice makes my blood boil with anger and frustration. “Stop playing games with me!” I shout back. “You mentioned my mother. Tell me what you know about what happened to her!”The figure lets out a cold, cruel laugh that echoes off the crumbling

Luna’s POVThe creepy alleyway feels like something out of a nightmare as I pursue the mysterious figure deeper into the shadows. Broken glass crunches under my feet, and the smell of decay and abandonment fills my nostrils. Every rational part of my mind is screaming at me to turn around and run back to the safety of the resort, but my desperate need for answers about my mother keeps me moving forward.The figure I’ve been chasing suddenly stops running and turns to face me. Even in the dim light filtering through the broken streetlamps, I can see that they’re wearing some kind of mask or hood that completely obscures their features.“Well, well, well,” the figure says in a voice that’s deliberately disguised to sound deeper and more menacing than it probably naturally is. “Look who took the bait so easily.”The mocking tone in their voice makes my blood boil with anger and frustration. “Stop playing games with me!” I shout back. “You mentioned my mother. Tell me what you know about