Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Lena’s POVWhen I woke, the room already felt heavy, as though the air carried the weight of the night before. My body buzzed restlessly, even though I hadn’t slept much. The questions I’d been trying to bury pushed back into my head the moment my eyes opened. Why was I hungrier than ever, eating more than Sarah and still feeling empty? Why did my legs feel faster, sharper, like they belonged to someone else, someone stronger? And most of all, what was it inside me that even I didn’t understand, something my mother had died to protect?I pressed my fingers to my temples, but the thoughts clung like shadows. My bag was already packed, my hoodie pulled over shaking hands. A new day, the same unease. I told myself it was only nerves, only hockey, only stress. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t.On the walk to the rink, I caught up with two teammates. They smiled for once instead of glaring or whispering. “You’ve gotten faster, Brooklyn,” one said with a crooked grin. “Those edges yesterday

Lucien’s POVThe knock came heavy against the wood, steady as a heartbeat that didn’t belong to the building. My wolf stiffened before my mind did, hackles rising, lips curling in a silent snarl inside me. I didn’t need to scent the air to know who it was, the Lycan Council. I moved fast, my hand pressing to Lena’s shoulder as I steered her back from the door. Her wide eyes searched mine, demanding answers I couldn’t give.“Lucien, what is going on?” she whispered, her voice tight with fear.“Don’t argue,” I snapped, my voice low enough to crack stone. “Cupboard, back corner. Go. Now.”The sound of another knock shook the frame, sharper this time. My wolf growled so hard my chest vibrated. Lena finally obeyed, slipping into the small storage closet across the room, the door clicking shut behind her. I caught one last flash of her eyes in the dark, frightened and stubborn. Then I turned to face the danger. I opened the door.Three men stood in the hallway. Dark coats. Calm faces. Their

Lucien’s POVI told myself to walk away. To leave her alone for the night, let her breathe, let myself breathe. But my wolf didn’t believe me. He never did when it came to her.That was why I found myself standing outside Collins’s building, half-hidden in shadow, staring up at the window where I could feel her presence. Her heartbeat carried faintly through the night, quick and unsteady, every beat pulling at me. And his was there too—Collins’s rhythm, calm, intrusive, pressed too near to hers.My wolf growled low in my chest. He’s with her. He’s touching her. She is ours. Not his.I dragged in a breath of cold air, trying to ground myself, but it only carried their scents to me, hers sweet and sharp, his warm and smug. My fists tightened until the leather of my gloves creaked. I should leave. I should go back, pretend none of this mattered. But it did. It mattered too much.I pulled out my phone before I could stop myself. My thumb hovered, then pressed. She picked up fast, her voic

Lena’s POVThe nightmare didn’t end when I woke up.I jerked upright in bed, tangled in my sheets like I’d been fighting something all night. My chest heaved, my heart pounding so hard it felt like the whole room could hear it. I clutched at my throat, desperate to feel the cool weight of my pendant, but my fingers found nothing, just damp skin and the wild pulse beneath it.They’ll take it from you.My mother’s voice threaded through the silence, low and broken. It wasn’t a memory. It was more like she was still here, whispering from somewhere I couldn’t reach. The sound hollowed me out.Then the hunger hit.It wasn’t normal hunger. It was sharp and greedy, a twisting emptiness that no amount of food ever seemed to touch. I’d eaten more than enough at dinner, yet my stomach clawed for more. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet biting against the cold floor, and opened the mini-fridge. Sarah’s leftover pizza sat in a greasy box. I devoured two slices standing there in the dark, barely t

Lena’s POVI tried to keep my face neutral, to just be Lena Brooklyn at hockey practice, but every sound was sharper, every movement in my peripheral vision felt like a potential threat. My body was a live wire, still humming from everything I’d learned. His eyes burned into me, unrelenting.Lucien was already on the ice, carving slow, powerful circles into the center. He wasn’t just brooding today; he was a storm cloud made of man.The moment I stepped through the gate, his gaze locked onto me, intense and unblinking. Like he knew I’d spent time with Collins. A shiver ran down my spine, sharp and inexplicable, as if something inside me recognized the danger before my mind could.He blew his whistle, the sound so sharp and sudden that half the team flinched. “Listen up.” His voice was a low growl that carried over the ice. Everyone immediately fell silent. “This is Elijah. He’s your new assistant coach.”My eyes followed his gesture to the guy standing beside him. Elijah looked young,