Todos los capítulos de Reborn for my Step brother: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

TRISTAN The doctors said Trenton could keep playing. They told him the bruises from the skate crash would heal if he was careful. When I heard the news my blood boiled. Careful was not good enough. I wanted him gone from the ice for good. I could not accept that he had stood up again in front of everyone. So I made a new plan. Something much worse. A few days before the next big championship game I found a player from the other team. He was tall and strong and always looking for easy money. We met late at night in a dark parking lot behind an empty store. The only light came from a broken street lamp. I handed him a thick envelope full of cash. “You see Lockwood’s left shoulder?” I said in a low voice. “It’s still hurt from the last crash. Hit him there. Hard. Make it look like a normal fight along the boards. Do it right and there will be more money after the game.” The guy opened the envelope and counted the bills with a greedy smile. “Consider it done. He won’t see it coming

LUCIENI arrived at the arena early that morning like I always did on game days. The championship match was only a few hours away and my stomach was full of the good kind of nerves. I walked into the locker room expecting the usual loud noise of guys laughing, taping their sticks, and talking about the other team. Instead I found several serious-looking league officials already standing inside with clipboards, gloves, and small cameras. Their faces were blank and professional.Coach Harrison stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. He looked more tense than I had ever seen him. “Listen up, everyone,” he said in a firm voice. “The league is doing a surprise inspection of every single locker. There have been doping rumors around the university and they have to check everything before we are allowed to play today. Open your lockers, step back, and let them work. This should be quick.”Most of us laughed a little under our breath. We had nothing to hide. Jake bumped my shoul

ARIA The investigation into Lucien started pulling me into the growing controversy simply because of my relationship with Trenton. Rumors spread across campus faster than anyone could stop them. People said I had helped cover up the doping scandal. Some even claimed I had manipulated Trenton into protecting guilty teammates. Every time I walked into a lecture hall the whispering began almost immediately. Students looked at me and then quickly looked away. Strangers stared openly as I crossed the courtyard between classes. Anonymous accounts on social media flooded every post with cruel accusations that painted me as the real mastermind behind Winterridge’s problems. I had grown stronger through months of training, but the constant judgment still hurt far more than I wanted to admit. It felt like walking around with a heavy coat I could never take off. One afternoon Trenton found me sitting alone on a quiet bench behind the library. My eyes were already red from trying not to cry

TRENTON The national championship finally began under a roar so loud it felt like the entire arena was shaking. Thousands of people packed every seat from the ice all the way to the highest rows. Blue and silver flags waved in every direction I looked. The noise of the crowd mixed with the sound of sticks tapping and skates cutting the ice. This was not just another hockey game. Winterridge University and the entire Lockwood Pack were watching. Every shift on the ice felt heavier than the last because this tournament had become a battle for my future as the next Alpha.From the very first puck drop, something felt wrong. The other team did not play normal hockey. They ignored the usual flow of the game and seemed obsessed with only one thing—me. Every time the puck touched my stick, another player crashed hard into my already injured left shoulder. The checks were just legal enough to avoid penalties, but they were far more violent than they needed to be. It was impossible to believe

TRENTON The team doctor looked at the scans one more time and shook his head. We were alone in the small medical room after practice. My left shoulder still throbbed under the tape.“Trenton, you need to sit out the next game,” he said in a serious voice. “One more hard hit and the damage could be permanent. You might never play the same again. I am recommending you rest.”I sat on the edge of the table and stared at the floor. The words hit me harder than any check. Sit out. Rest. Miss the game. I had promised Lucien I would lead the team to the finals. He was still suspended and hurting. The guys were counting on me. The pack was watching. If I sat out now, it would feel like I was giving up on all of them.“I can’t,” I said. My voice came out low but firm. “I’m playing.”The doctor frowned. “This is not about toughness. This is about your future. Think carefully.”I stood up. Pain shot through the shoulder, but I kept my face steady. “I already thought about it. I’m not sitting ou