Lahat ng Kabanata ng Knotted By The Bully Hockey Star: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

ELLAI realize I’m done the moment my face hits the water.Cold water rushes into my mouth and nose as laughter explodes around me. The sound is sharp, cruel, impossible to ignore. I can feel my backpack tugging at my shoulders, dragging me lower, pressing me into the shallow stone basin like the fountain itself wants to keep me there. Phones hover above me, recording, flashing, turning my worst moment into entertainment.For a second, panic claws at my chest.Then I force my hands against the stone and push myself up.I break the surface coughing, water streaming down my hair and soaking through my clothes. My lungs burn as I gasp for air. My glasses are gone, knocked away somewhere during the fall leaving everything smeared into color and movement. But even without them, I know exactly who’s standing at the edge of the fountain.Vanessa Hart.Her phone is pointed directly at my face, her lips curved in delight.“Oh my God,” she squeals. “This is absolutely divine.” Thirty minutes

ELLA“Just tell me what’s next.” I mutter under my breath walking behind him.I follow a step behind him, moving carefully so I don’t disturb the sleeping child curled against my chest.Every instinct I have is on edge. I’m walking deeper into the house of the same man who watched me be humiliated without intervening, an Alpha, apparently leading me through his home like this is normal, like this isn’t completely insane.His scent reaches me showing how close we are.Cold air and pine, sharp and clean, mixed with something untamed beneath it. Even with my suppressants, it slips under my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My wolf stirs faintly, restless, responding to power; she shouldn’t be able to sense.I fidget as we walk.I never wanted this. Never wanted anyone to know what I am, let alone someone who already knows me from school. Someone with authority. Someone dangerous.Being a lone wolf is the worst possible position to be in. No pack. No protection. No one to back me up

ELLA The rest of the morning unfolds in a way that feels strangely unreal, as though I’ve stepped into a life that was never meant to belong to me.Sophie and I completely ignore the carefully typed schedule taped neatly to the refrigerator. Wake times, learning blocks, meals it all gets forgotten the moment she tugs me toward the living room with a mischievous grin.We drag couch cushions across the floor, stack dining chairs into unstable towers, and gather every blanket we can find. By the time we’re finished, half the living room has vanished beneath a crooked fortress of fabric and furniture. Sophie crawls inside, clapping her hands excitedly, and announces that it’s a castle.Apparently, I’m the princess who lives there.I don’t bother correcting her.We curl up inside the fort and read books, exaggerating our voices until Sophie is laughing so hard she can barely breathe. I make the dragon sound ridiculous. She insists on roaring louder. We have a tea party with her stuffed