Lahat ng Kabanata ng FATED TO THE HOCKEY STARS: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 18

Henry’s POVThe locker room doors closed behind us, muting the roar of the stadium into something distant and unreal. For a moment, it was just the echo of our footsteps and the sharp smell of sweat, ice, and adrenaline.Then someone shouted.“We did it!”And just like that, the room exploded.Music blared from a speaker Kyle must’ve smuggled in. Jerseys were ripped off and flung across benches. Someone popped a bottle—champagne, I realized distantly—and foam sprayed across the tiled floor.Victory always felt loud.But tonight, it felt… fuller.Anna stood just inside the doorway, frozen in place like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to cross the threshold. Liam’s jacket still hung off her shoulders, sleeves covering half her hands. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everything—the noise, the chaos, us.She looked small there.Not weak.Just… new.I moved toward her before I consciously decided to.“You okay?” I asked.She startled slightly, then nodded. “Yeah. Just… I didn’t e

Anna's POVThe morning air at Willow-Hills feels different.Not colder. Not warmer. Just… charged. Like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to snap.I feel it the moment I step onto campus.Whispers skim across the quad like startled birds, rising and falling in hushed waves. Heads lean together. Phones are out. Names flicker in conversations I’m not part of but somehow at the center of.“Did you hear—”“They’re still here—”“No way, I thought they left—”I keep my chin up and walk.That part is new.A week ago, I would have folded in on myself, shoulders rounded, eyes glued to the ground, pretending I didn’t hear the murmurs trailing me like shadows. But something about last night—about the stadium lights, the cameras, the way four impossible figures closed around me like I belonged there—changed the way my spine holds itself.Still, my stomach knots.Because every whisper feels sharp. Directed. Loaded.I reach my locker and spin the dial, hands steady even though

Anna POVThe hallways of Willow-Hills High buzzed with the usual Monday morning chaos—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, gossip ricocheting from wall to wall—but all of it blurred into white noise for me. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the weekend, especially the part where the Winterveil quadruplets had made me feel like I belonged… like I had power… and then shown me just how deep I was in their game.I found Louisa waiting for me at the far end of the corridor, leaning against the wall with her phone in one hand and a coffee in the other. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.“Anna! Spill! Did you survive the weekend? Because from the looks of your face, it seems like someone just ran you through a blender.”I groaned, dropping my bag to the floor and sinking onto the bench next to her. “Survive?” I muttered. “Try being mentally enslaved by four ridiculously handsome, terrifyingly smart, manipulative quadruplets.”Louisa raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of her cof

Anna POVThe first thing I learned about being watched was that it never started with fear.It started with silence.The kind that fell over a hallway when you walked through it.The kind that stretched too long behind your back.The kind that felt deliberate.By the time Enid cornered me in the restroom, I had already felt the shift in the air that day. Whispers followed me from class to class. Teachers paused before calling my name, as if weighing something unspoken. Students who had ignored me for years suddenly tracked my movements like I had grown fangs overnight.And the Winterveil brothers?They were everywhere.Liam leaning against lockers.Tyler seated two rows behind me in Literature.Mason crossing the courtyard just as I stepped outside.Always near.Never obvious.Always watching.It was suffocating in a way that felt intentional.So when I pushed open the restroom door during lunch, desperate for five minutes alone, I should have known it wouldn’t last.The door clicked