Semua Bab Rejected By Mate,Marked By The Famous Hockey Player : Bab 1 - Bab 5

My breath puffed out in small clouds, but my muscles moved on instinct. The skating rink had always been my sanctuary. Here, no one cared that I was a weak omega or that my wolf had never been strong enough to dominate a room. Here, I was just Kiera Lancaster, the girl with a dream to skate her way into nationals.I stopped near the boards, leaning on the railing to catch my breath. My coach was nowhere in sight and the only sounds I heard were just the faint echo of music from the speakers and the scrape of my blades against the ice. For a moment, I let myself believe this was enough.Then my phone buzzed in my skate bag. I removed my gloves and fished it out, expecting a message from my mother reminding me about chores. Instead, it was from Tessa, my only real friend on campus:“There's a big party tonight at the sports dorm. Everyone’s going, which means you are coming with me.”I stared at the text for a minute. Me? At a sports dorm party? The same place where half my teammates l

My pulse went faster, not from fear, but something dangerously close to longing. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I forgot how to breathe. I felt drawn to him, pulled in by some inexplicable magnetism.He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if waiting for my response. Then he closed the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine in a soft, hesitant kiss. I knew I should push him away and tell him this was a bad idea. But my body had other plans. My lips parted under his, inviting him to deepen the kiss. And he did, his tongue sliding against mine as he pulled me against his chest.I could feel the hard movement of his muscles beneath his shirt. My hands came up to tangle in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as I kissed him back.We kissed like that for what felt like hours, lost in each other's arms. When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with desire."Tell me to stop," he rasped, voice rough and low. "Tell

I tried to keep my face neutral, chin up, steps even, but my skin burned under the weight of a hundred stares. Asher, of course, looked perfectly at ease like he’d brought me here for the sole purpose of being watched.He slid into a seat at the center table, pulling me down beside him. It was the table everyone knew not to approach unless invited. His teammates sat nearby, some exchanging curious looks, others hiding knowing smirks.Gerald was across the room, tray in hand, frozen mid-step. Our eyes met.For a split second, he looked… off balance. Like he hadn’t expected this. Then his mouth curled into that familiar smug smirk, the one that said he thought he was still in control.I turned deliberately back to Asher, forcing a laugh at something he said just loud enough for it to carry. It wasn’t even funny but it was effective.“Are you good?” Asher asked me.“Sure I'm fine,” I responded, acting as if I wasn't feeling uneasy. We both had our lunch at the dining hall with his teamm