All Chapters of THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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 breath

EVELESSA: "I'd come over as soon I can Aretha... take a chill pill, today's the third today. I'd go home tomorrow. " " You should hurry up, girl...Cassain is losing his shit." I hang up. I’m halfway down a deserted stretch of road lined with skeletal trees and cracked asphalt, and my wolf is restless beneath my skin. Something’s wrong, Aretha whispers inside me. “I know,” I murmur. The air smells strange so I let the rhythm of the steps I hear settle into my spine. The footsteps stop, and I turn slowly. Valeux. He stands in the middle of the road like he owns it. Dark coat flowing slightly in the wind. His eyes gleam with something sharp and bitter. “Going somewhere?” he asks lightly. I don’t answer right away. “What do you want, Valeux?” He tilts his head. “No greeting?” “We’re past pleasantries.” His lips curve faintly. “Yes. I suppose we are.” The air shifts. Aretha moves inside me, alert. His gaze drifts over me. “You look different,”

MICHAEL"You have to get me justice father in law"It's very early in the morning when this pompous fool strolls into Seraphina’s building demanding a meeting with me, finally I'm getting to a place of reconciliation with her and I planned sleeping in this morning until this idiot showed up. I made a pact of bethrothal back then precisely because I thought I'd never have a child of my own so the bethrothal was my spite to his family yet reality has finally taught me a lesson, I have a daughter with Seraphina who is now expected to be married to him.I clear my throat "She isn’t interested in you; isn’t it better you move on with you life?""Never! All I want is what is rightfully mine from birth-Evelessa."She chose him.“I was told you would come,” I say.Sebastian stops a few feet away.“You knew.”He steps beside me.“You prefer the ocean to people.”“I prefer honesty. The ocean does not pretend.”“And I do?” he asks calmly.“You believe you are entitled to something.”“I am.”Seba

EVELESSA I’m halfway across campus with Aretha beside me when I began feeling uneasy“Do you feel that?”Aretha glances sideways at me.“Feel what?”“Like something is about to happen.”She stretches her arms above her head casually.“That’s because something is always happening around you.”Fair point.Still… this feels different.Alexis and Alexander are at home with Cassain because according to them, people view them more as museum pieces.Honestly, they kind of do. Students keep staring at them like they just stepped out of a magazine.Or a mythology book.Aretha stops suddenly.“Why are people staring more than usual today?”I laugh softly. "I have no idea Aretha"Honestly, moments like this feel strange now.A few months ago my biggest problem was Mara being annoying.Now?I’ve got mysterious assassins, secret councils, ancient bloodlines, and apparently half the supernatural world watching me like I’m some walking power symbol.We step inside the main building.Students fill t

EVELESSA "The sea hates hesitation. To be in charge of the sea is to make sure you are never uncertain at any given moment."I stand barefoot on the jagged rocks overlooking the dark stretch of water behind Seraphina’s house. The wind claws through my hair, whipping it around my face like it wants to blind me. The sky above us is grey and heavy, swollen with clouds that look ready to burst.I fold my arms and glare at the waves crashing violently against the rocks below.“Remind me again,” I mutter, “why controlling the ocean requires me to stand here like bait for a hurricane?”Behind me, my mother laughs softly.Seraphina moves like the wind itself; light, effortless, almost glowing. When she walks past me to the edge of the cliff, the waves seem to calm slightly, like they recognize her.Or fear her.Probably both.“The ocean responds to emotion,” she says gently. “If it scares you, it will try to devour you.”I scoff.“Well it’s doing a great job already.”Another wave slams agai