All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RONANFor a fleeting moment, rage surged through my veins like molten lava.Every instinct screamed at me to close the distance between us, wrap my hand around his throat, and squeeze until he could no longer spit out another word of trash.Make him pay bitterly? That was exactly what you deserved, you bastard.Damon was the one who had broken Zayden's hand.Or rather, he had worsened an injury that already existed after whatever the hell had happened that day.Anyone in Kael's position would have wanted revenge.Anyone would have been furious.So how dare he stand there in front of me, acting like he was the victim?Like he was the wronged party?I slowly drew in a deep breath before turning to face him.“Zayden is UCLA's star player. Do you think the school will stay quiet if they discover you intentionally aggravated his injury to render him incapable of playing?”A long hiss escaped between my teeth as I dragged a hand roughly through my hair.The frustration I was struggling to c

RONANMy heart lurched, unease settling heavily in my chest.Coach was someone who believed in fairness above everything else.Suggesting another teammate be dismissed for selfish reasons would only make him suspicious of Zayden.This idiot really only knew how to create trouble.“Is that what Zayden wants too?”Even though I was eavesdropping from outside the office door, I could hear the disappointment woven into the coach's voice.And beneath it was something even harsher, suspicion.Kael, that idiot, wasn't actually going to walk straight into the trap and implicate Zayden now, was he?“I've not seen my brother for three days. When would he even have the chance to tell me anything?”Kael let out a frustrated groan. A second later, I heard the muffled sound of someone collapsing onto the sofa.“My brother has been missing since that day. I can't find him. I...” His voice cracked.The words caught in his throat as though he were desperately swallowing back the tears threatening to s

RONANMy heart pounded erratically against my chest.There was no denying it. Things were not looking good for Zayden.But I couldn't fall apart now. I had to hold the fort for him here.I had to make sure everything remained smooth enough for him to step back in once he returned. While he focused on recovering.A low hiss escaped my lips, and I clenched my fists tightly.“Coach, the match next weekend... we can say that Zayden already has lots of clubs showing interest in him. So, we're giving the other Arctic Wolves members a chance to showcase their skills.”I paused briefly. “I also won't compete. That will make the excuse more believable.”Coach turned toward me, his interest clearly piqued.“As for the one in two weeks... he should have recovered considerably by then.”“His health has always been great. He recovers faster than normal alphas.”I took a short breath, carefully choosing my next words, fingers instinctively curling into fists. “Furthermore, the injury is on his left

ZAYDENThe sound of a door banging open jolted me awake.I'd fallen into a fitful sleep after everything I'd gone through.Once Doctor Leslie confirmed that the bones were firmly in place and healing nicely, he'd subjected me to another round of agonizing acupuncture and heat therapy.The worst part was that I couldn't take strong pain relievers because I was on pheromone modifiers. Although I hadn't used the modifiers since being admitted, staying off heavy pain medication was necessary to prevent addiction or any adverse reaction once I eventually resumed using the modifiers and returned to the rink.It had felt worse than having my heart ripped apart, like being run over by a train while fully conscious. It wasn't as excruciating as the first time Leslie had set my bones back into place, but it was still utterly devastating.In the end, Doctor Grant had to use his pure omega pheromones to soothe me. By the time I finished the herbal tea he'd brewed, exhaustion and sheer lethargy dr

Leslie's apartment, Serene HillsZAYDENLeslie pressed his palm against the door. A soft chime sounded, and the sleek panel slid open soundlessly, ushering us into a luxury suite.The first thing that struck me wasn't the furniture or even the décor.It was the height.The roof stretched far above my head, almost as high as the ceiling of the Grand Tower Hotel. The extra space somehow made every breath feel lighter, the apartment impossibly spacious. Not cramped at all. The room itself was decorated in a minimalist blend of cream and mocha. Every piece of furniture looked intentionally placed, elegant without trying too hard. The spacious layout left enough room to breathe, making the apartment feel warm rather than empty.Leslie gently lowered me onto a ridiculously soft sofa.The moment my fingertips brushed across the surface, I immediately recognized the material.Full-grain leather. The very top of luxury.My fingers unconsciously lingered on it for another second, appreciating