All Chapters of THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

EVELESSA "Go again.."I'm back to school again and it's hell all over again because for some reason, Davina is on the war path.The bass drops and I let it take me. My hips roll slow, then sharp. My shoulders snap. My hair whips across my face and I don’t bother fixing it. I feel the wolf under my skin hum in approval. Dance is the only thing that makes my chaos align.“Again!” Coach yells.I sigh and we start all over again.I don’t see them at first.I’m in a spin when the air shifts.My skin prickles.I freeze mid-count.Everyone stumbles because I never freeze.“What is wrong with you?” Davina snaps behind me.I don’t answer because I see Seraphina.Standing at the entrance of the studio like she owns the building.She’s wearing a white tailored suit that looks like it was sewn by angels and tailored by sin. Her silver hair cascades over her shoulders like liquid light. She doesn’t smile.She surveys.Beside her stands the forbidden, my birth father looking ridiculously handsome.

CASSAIN I heard her father and I'm stunned “She almost drowned.”The sentence doesn’t sit well with me.Lucian repeats it like he’s reading weather updates not a news that has practically dishevelled my existence.“What do you mean almost drowned?” I ask, very quietly.We’re in my office now, it's exactly a fay after her father brings her back.The glass walls look out over the city but I don’t see the skyline anymore. I see water closing over her head and almost get a panic attack “She was thrown into a poisoned river by rogue assassins which triggered transformation for her into what I can't figure out till now. She was pulled out in time by her father”“In time,” I repeat.My hands curl on the desk.“In time?” I stand abruptly. The chair scrapes back violently. “Define that, Lucian.”“She survived.”“That’s not good enough.”He exhales slowly, the way he does when he’s deciding how much truth I can handle without destroying furniture.“She stopped breathing for several seconds.”

CASSAINThree days feels like three years.I don’t sleep the first night.The second night is worse.By the third, I’m functioning on rage and routine, but practice and our game day helps.The stadium is packed. Students chant my name like I’m something untouchable.Lucian claps my shoulder before kickoff. “Keep your head in the game.”“I am focused.”He gives me a look that says no, you’re not.He’s right.Every hit I take, every hit I deliver, every sprint down the field is all displacement because she isn’t here.The whistle blows and I unleash.I hit harder than I should.I run like something’s chasing me.I score twice in the first half.By the second half, the other team avoids me.The crowd screams.My veins feel like live wires.Adrenaline hums under my skin like a second pulse.Final whistle.We win.The team piles onto me, shouting, laughing, slapping my helmet.I rip it off, breathing hard and I see her in the audience.Watching me.My chest stops.The world muffles.Ever