Saved, Then Rejected by my Ice Hockey Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Aya's POVElders shouldn't be professors. It should be illegal, right!? I mean.. They should already be busy enough with their duties, why would they want to add something more on their plate like teaching students??“I told you, stop stealing my time, Kaelith!” Elder Odin barged inside.Professor Thorne could only roll her eyes at him. “Nali just mind linked me that you guys would be busy.”“Really now?” He sarcastically said as he walked three steps and finally noticed that they weren't alone. His gaze went from Johanis, to me and to that weird looking stone. “Why are you holding an Aegirith stone?”“Aegirith?” I mumbled and the stone glowed again.“Aegirith doesn’t glow for wolves. Doesn’t hum for witches.It only responds when it is entirely something else.” The professor explained. Mirth dancing in her eyes. Elder Odin snapped his head in my direction, “I knew you were wolfless and all, but for the Aegirith to glow you must be dangerous..”“Wait what!?!” Professor Thorne complain

Aya’s POV“L-locker room?” I blinked too fast. “W-why?”Not the cocky, public smirk he used on rivals or the crowd. Not even the faintly amused one he gave his teammates when they were being idiots.This one was private. Familiar. Dangerous.And then he flicked my forehead. A little bit too hard if I may say.“Ow!” I frowned immediately, rubbing the spot and glaring up at him. “Hey! That hurts!”“What on Goddess’ name is in that head of yours, huh?” he asked mildly, eyes dancing.I squinted. “I was not thinking anything inappropriate!”His brow lifted slowly.“You hesitated,” he said. “That usually means you were.”“I—” I stopped, scowled, then folded my arms. “You want to drag me into a hockey locker room, Johanis. Forgive me for assuming wolves + locker rooms = very questionable mental images.”His lips twitched. “Come on.”He tugged my hand gently, already turning us toward the side corridor that led away from the ice. I dug my heels in for half a second out of pure stubborn reflex

Johanis' POV I fucking tried everything I could. At first, I wanted her to stay. I really do. Who wouldn't? I fucking missed her so damn much. It has been years and yet it's still her.. The one on my mind, the only one I’ll ever accept to become my mate. My Luna.I was mad at her, yes.. but the moment I saw her in the woods…every anger, every fury, it all just melted away like snow under the morning sun.One look at those familiar eyes—still holding that same fire I fell for all those years ago—and every harsh word I'd rehearsed, every plan to make her explain herself, vanished into thin air. All I could ever think about was how close she was, how I could reach out and touch her if I dared. My wolf was practically roaring in my chest, demanding I pull her into my arms and never let go again.But I couldn't. Not because I don't want to, but because it's dangerous.. For her.When she woke up that day after her first encounter with the Bloodbury Forest, it took everything in me to stop

Aya's POV My feather didn’t move either.At first.I followed the instructions, tried to empty my mind, tried to think of conversion. Pheromones to magic. Instinct to intent. But the more I thought about it, the more my thoughts tangled. And yes, I still have pheromones even if I don't have a wolf. I just kinda can't use it to it's full potential and I can't use mind link.Then the elder spoke again.“Stop trying to lift it.”Everyone froze.“Magic is not force,” he said calmly. “It is redirection. Your pheromones already move things—emotions, reactions, power dynamics. Stop treating them like something shameful or crude. They are energy.”Something clicked.I thought of the bond. Of the way my presence affected Johanis without me doing anything at all. Of how emotions shifted just by being near him. Of how instinct didn’t ask permission—it simply was.I exhaled slowly.Didn’t push.Didn’t demand.I let myself exist. And then… The feather trembled.My heart skipped a beat. I focused—

Aya's POV The world narrowed to heat and sound and the way Johanis’s grip tightened around my wrist just before he let go.I barely had time to register the shift—the split second where his gaze swept the chaos, counting bodies, exits, witnesses—before the air broke when he was sure there was none. The bond snapped sharp and blinding as he wolfed out between one heartbeat and the next, fur rippling over skin in a violent surge of power, his body expanding, reforming, choosing instinct over restraint.The fire lunged. It struck him instead of me.Red-black flames slammed into his side with a wet, horrible hiss, and the scream that tore out of my throat didn’t sound human. The smell hit a moment later—burned fur, scorched ozone, magic gone rancid. My legs gave out and I would’ve hit the ice if the shockwave from his transformation hadn’t already cracked it beneath my knees.“Johanis—!”He didn’t roar.He didn’t fall.He simply winced.That somehow hurt worse than anything else.His mas