All Chapters of Saved, Then Rejected by my Ice Hockey Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aya's POV The moment the love of my life stepped out—I felt it.Not saw.Not heard.Felt..The bond stretched—tight, thin, aching in a way that made something inside my chest twist painfully. Like a thread pulled too far, threatening to snap but refusing to break.My breath caught. “…Joha.”The name barely left my lips, dissolving into the quiet the second it did.Because he was gone.Again.The forest didn’t react the way it had when he entered. It didn’t lash out. Didn’t surge or shift or test.It simply… settled.Like it had allowed something it wasn’t supposed to—and was now correcting itself.The light dimmed slightly around me. The faint glow beneath my skin flickered once before stabilizing again. The roots at my feet tightened—not painfully, not restraining—but firmer. Anchoring.Reminding.‘You are still here.:I exhaled slowly, forcing my breathing to even out.“I know,” I murmured.Silence answered me.But it didn’t last.It never did.A low hum began to build beneath the

Johanis’ POVWe didn’t stay still for long. Even resting felt like a risk now—like every second we weren’t moving was a second they were closing in. But exhaustion had its limits, and even wolves couldn’t outrun that forever.So we paused.Barely.Just enough to breathe. Just enough to gather what little strength we had left before pushing forward again.I leaned back against the cold rock, head tilting slightly as I stared up at the dim stretch of sky above us. The stars were faint tonight. Distant. Almost blurred.Or maybe that was just me.My body was running on fumes. Muscles tight. Lungs still burning faintly from the constant pace. But none of that compared to the ache in my chest.A faint pulse brushed through it, like an echo carried across impossible distance. Weak. But steady.“She’s holding,” I murmured under my breath again, more to myself than anything.Sora stirred quietly. ‘She is.’Before I could respond—A sharper presence cut through my mind.Familiar and urgent.‘Jo

Johanis' POVI barely had enough time to take in the sight of Cladbridge before steel flashed in front of my face.One second, I was staring at the crystal city spread out beyond the glowing gates—the bridges of ice, the towers lit with warm gold, the strange beauty of a place Aya had once called home.The next—Spears crossed in front of me.“Do not move.”The command rang sharp through the cold air. In an instant, at least a dozen guards surrounded us, appearing so quickly I hadn’t even seen where they came from. They wore silver armor edged with pale blue crystal that shimmered under the aurora-lit sky. Their helmets were carved into elegant, sharp designs, almost like frozen crowns.And every single weapon was aimed at me..I instinctively tensed, my body reacting before my mind caught up. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, not fully surfacing, but alert and ready.The guards formed a perfect circle around us.Not one gap.Not one opening.They were all fast and disciplined. And def

Johanis' POVI stared through the portal.The air drifting from the gate was cool and sweet, carrying scents I couldn’t even name—flowers, frost, something bright and clean like snow under moonlight.It felt unreal. It felt like looking into a dream.And somewhere in that impossible world, my mate's mother lived.Alaric stepped toward the portal. But the king raised a hand. “Wait.”Alaric stopped, visibly forcing himself not to lash out. The king’s face had gone pale. “The gate will take us to the Frost Court.”The queen looked through the opening, her expression solemn. “The Ice Queen rules there.”I peered at them, then at Alaric. And slowly the realization hit.Slowly..Then all at once.I turned my head at the queen. “You mean Aya’s mother is not just some fairy—”The queen looked at me. “She is the Fairy Queen.”I whipped my head towards Alaric. His face went completely still.“A queen?” I said.No one answered. Because they didn’t need to. The answer was written all over their f

Aya's POVThe forest went quiet.Not the usual kind of quiet—the one filled with whispers just beneath the surface, the one that breathed and watched and waited.This one was different.Wrong. Not to mention, it is weird for this damned forest to be quiet..But the moment it happened, I felt it.A shift, subtle and sharp. Like a breath being held too long.My brows furrowed slightly as I straightened, the roots at my feet tightening instinctively in response to the change. The glow beneath my skin flickered—not weakening, not fading.. But reacting.“…What now,” I muttered under my breath. No answer came. That alone was enough to set something uneasy curling in my chest.Because the forest always answered. Even when it mocked. Even when it twisted every word I said into something else.It never.. just paused.The air stirred faintly. Not the heavy, suffocating movement I had grown used to, but something lighter.My head lifted slightly.Wind.I stilled. Because that.. That didn’t belon