Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn for my Step brother: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

ARIALife kept moving so fast even after all the big things that happened to us. I woke up every morning already tired. My body hurt from warrior training with Lucien. My head was full from university assignments and the stories I was trying to write. Trenton was the same. Hockey practice got harder every day because the national championship was coming soon. Coach made them train longer and run more drills. Our days were so full that sometimes we barely saw each other. But those little moments we stole meant everything.One afternoon I finished my last class and rushed to the hockey arena. My bag felt heavy on my shoulder. I was sweating a little from walking fast. Trenton had a short break between practices. I waited outside the locker room like we planned. My heart beat fast. What if someone saw me waiting? But I needed to see him. Even for five minutes.The door opened and he came out. His hair was messy and he looked tired but his face lit up when he saw me. He pulled me into a q

TRENTON I sat on my bed waiting for Aria one quiet evening. The room felt warm and the light was soft. My heart beat fast like it always did when she was coming. She slipped in through the door and locked it behind her. Her cheeks were pink from walking fast. She looked beautiful even when she was tired from training. "Trenton," she said softly. "I only have a few minutes. I have to go back soon."I stood up and pulled her close right away. My arms went around her waist. "Then let us not waste them," I whispered. I kissed her slowly at first. Her lips felt soft and warm. She kissed me back and put her hands on my chest. We stood there kissing deeper. My heart pounded loud in my ears. Her body pressed against mine. I could feel how much she wanted me too.We moved to the bed without stopping the kiss. I sat down and she climbed on my lap. Her legs went around me. I held her hips gentle but tight. "You feel so good," I said between kisses. My voice was rough. "I miss you every secon

TRENTON Only a few weeks were left before the Winterridge Ice Wolves would leave for the National Championship. The whole university felt different now. Everywhere I walked the hallways were covered with blue and silver banners that hung from the ceilings. Students wore the team colors every single day. Some even painted their faces before the exhibition matches. Professors cut their lectures short so people could go watch us practice on the rink. Every conversation in the cafeteria came back to hockey. “Do you think we can win again this year?” “Trenton will lead us for sure.” “This is our year. I can feel it.” The excitement was so big it almost felt like the air itself was thicker with it.I could not enjoy any of it. Not really. Every time someone cheered my name in the halls my chest felt heavier. This championship was not just about a shiny trophy. I was the captain of the Ice Wolves. I was also the Alpha’s eldest son. Every win on the ice made the other packs look at me in a n

TRENTON The accidents with the sticks and gloves did not stop me. I kept practicing hard every day. Coach still pushed us until our legs shook. I told myself the problems were just bad luck. I checked the gear myself after every practice and stayed quiet about my worries. I thought if I worked harder the team would be fine.Then a different kind of attack started. One morning I opened my phone and saw a long anonymous post. Someone claimed I was using illegal drugs to play better. They said my goals and strong skating were not real. They said no one could play that well without cheating. The post spread fast. By lunchtime students were whispering in the hallways. I walked past two girls from my class and heard them talking.“Do you think it’s true?” one said. “His numbers are crazy high this season.”“I don’t know,” the other answered. “But people are saying a lot of bad things online.”My stomach felt tight. I kept walking with my head up. I did not want anyone to see that the words

TRISTAN I sat high in the stands and watched the whole arena explode with noise. Thousands of people jumped up at the same time. The sound hit me in the chest like a hard wave. Blue and silver flags waved everywhere. People screamed my brother’s name over and over until their voices cracked. “Trenton! Trenton! Trenton!” Cameras swung toward the ice. The big screens showed him climbing slowly back onto his skates. His face was twisted with pain, but he kept moving.Everyone around me stood and clapped and cheered like he had just saved the world. I clapped too. Just enough so no one would look at me and wonder why I was quiet. My hands moved, but my heart stayed cold and still. I never took my eyes off him.The medical staff stayed close to the bench. They checked his ribs and his head and asked him questions. Trenton shook them off and skated a few slow, careful circles. The crowd loved every second of it. The commentators on the loud speakers called him the heart of Winterridge. The