FALLING FOR THE HOCKEY PLAYER (WHILE OVERSIZED) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Ella's POV"Mom, what did you mean by breaking the bond between me and Kael?"We were having breakfast that morning. The kitchen was quiet. The only sounds were my spoon against the bowl and my mom turning the pages of her newspaper. But I couldn't eat. Her words from that midnights kept playing in my head. Breaking the bond between you two would solve this issue.She raised her head. Looked at me over the top of her newspaper."You will understand soon." Her voice was calm. Too calm. "I don't understand what part you don't get when I said you should stay away from those boys."I put my spoon down. My appetite was gone."I wasn't expecting any of them to show up. Angel just appeared out of nowhere. And now she's giving me and Kael three days to end things between us."The threat felt heavy. It had been sitting on my chest since that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Angel's face. Her smile. Her cold eyes. The way she said don't say I didn't warn you."What would she do if you

Angel's POV"With the look of things, I'm not sure this plan will work."Sara was pacing around her room. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her feet made soft thuds on the carpet. The sound was driving me crazy.I hate when people pace. It shows weakness. Shows nervousness. Shows that they don't have control over their own body.And the sound she was making wasn't letting me think. Every step was a distraction. Every turn was another second wasted.I tried to focus. Tried to plan. But the pacing wouldn't stop.Finally, I couldn't take it anymore."Would you sit your fucking ass down?"Sara stopped. Her whole body froze. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was tight."Mind the way you speak to me," she said. Her voice was low. Cold. "I won't correct you after this anymore."I laughed. I couldn't help it. I love how Sara tries to act strong. She puffs out her chest. Lifts her chin. Talks like she has power.But she doesn't have any strength. Not really. Not against me.

Ella's POV"You've loved Ella since junior high. I remember when Mrs. Isla told us to write a composition about ourselves. I read yours. You wrote that your favorite person was Ella. With that bad handwriting of yours."Sara's voice was loud. Mocking. She was standing in my room like she owned the place. Like she had every right to be here."And now," she continued, "I'm offering you a chance to be with her. A real chance. And you're turning it down." She shook her head. "You are one of the stupidest people I have ever seen."Damon had run into my room the moment he heard my voice. He was standing now. In front of me. Between me and them.What Sara said moved me. I never knew Damon had always liked me. Not even back then. We didn't talk much in junior high. He was popular. I was invisible. But he was my sit mate for a while. Until the teacher changed the seating arrangement. I never thought anything of it.But he wrote about me. His favorite person was me.I didn't know what to feel a

Ella's POVEverything happened so fast.Too fast for my brain to process. One second, I was standing there, trying to understand what was going on, and the next, everything had spiraled into chaos. I had never witnessed a real fight in my life. Only in movies. Only on screens where everything felt distant, controlled, almost unreal. The actors always got up again. The blood never looked real enough. The pain never felt this… close.Never up close. Never with people I knew. Never with blood and screams and bodies slamming violently against walls like they could break through them.Damon turned into a werewolf right in front of me.It wasn’t like in the movies either. It wasn’t smooth or magical. It was raw. Violent. His body twisted, bones cracking loudly, muscles stretching unnaturally as if they were being forced into a new shape. His clothes tore apart as fur burst through his skin. His growl—it wasn’t human anymore. It was deep, terrifying, something ancient.I couldn’t move. Could

Ella’s POVIt has been two weeks after the crazy incident that happened.Two weeks since Angel and Sara chained me in that warehouse. Two weeks since Damon was thrown out of my bedroom window. Two weeks since my mother showed up and saved me.My life has been simple since then. Home to school. School to home. And the hospital. Always the hospital.Nothing else feels like it matters in between. The days blur into each other in a quiet routine that almost feels normal, but nothing about me feels normal anymore.The fight with Angel and Sara cost Damon a lot. It cost him a broken arm. His right arm. I remember Angel twisting it with magic before she threw him out the window. The sound it made. The way he screamed.Even now, I still hear it sometimes when things are too quiet. Like my mind refuses to forget it. Like it wants me to carry it around everywhere I go.But what broke me about Damon was what Kael told me later. Damon still managed to come to Kael's house. Still managed to tell h