All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

RONANThe look of despair that flashed across Zayden's face the moment he was told he would have to share a room immediately set off every warning bell in my head. It was there for only a second, quick and raw, before he tried to bury it. But I saw it.At first, I assumed I knew why. And the assumption amused me.He didn't want to share a room with me.Probably because he imagined that the moment the door closed behind us, that lock clicked, I would pounce on him like a starving tiger that had finally cornered its prey, tear his clothes off, and have my way with him without an ounce of restraint, without letting him breathe.The thought almost made me smirk. Almost made my blood heat.But then I looked at him again. Really looked.And the amusement died before it could fully form, choked out.There was something different in his eyes. Something that didn't belong to him.It wasn't irritation. That familiar spark when I teased him.It wasn't embarrassment or anger. It wasn't even the

RONANAs expected, the normal room was nothing like what I was used to.The first thing I discovered was that the hot-water heater had apparently decided to die at the exact moment I needed it most. A perfect timing, really. I stared at the shower for several seconds, hand under the stream, waiting for the water to magically warm up, or show some sign of life.It didn't. It stayed stubbornly, aggressively cold.I sighed, the sound echoing off the cheap tiles.Fine. If it wanted to play that game, so be it.I simply dropped to the floor, right there on the bath mat, did a couple of swift, hard push-ups to work up some heat in my muscles, to get my blood pumping, and stepped beneath the cold shower before the warmth could fade.A faulty water heater was way too small to confound me.One of the perks of being an S-class alpha was that my body's defenses were considerably stronger than normal. My immune system was a fortress. The same went for my endurance and tenacity, my ability to wi

ZAYDENThe shrill ring of my cellphone dragged me violently out of sleep.I cursed under my breath and immediately pulled the blanket over my head, desperately trying to shut out the offending sound.Who the fuck was messing with me this early in the morning?I had barely slept properly in days, and after we arrived last night, I had gone to bed almost immediately after room service delivered my dinner. Yes. I was that exhausted. My body had reached the point where even lifting my arm felt like an unnecessary expenditure of energy.The warm shower last night had helped, though. So had the herbal bath Leslie prepared for me. It had loosened some of the tension coiled painfully through my muscles and finally allowed me to sink into the mattress without feeling as though every bone in my body was protesting.Unfortunately, a third of the herbal mixture was already gone.At this rate, I might run out of those lifesavers anytime.And knowing my luck, probably at the exact moment I needed t

ZAYDENThe line outside the physiotherapist's office was impossibly long.The match started this evening, and to make sure no player carried an injury that could worsen during the game, UCLA had insisted that every member of the team undergo a thorough examination before we stepped onto the ice. With the media expected to be everywhere during the tournament, the last thing the university wanted was an avoidable injury turning into a public embarrassment.They wanted to make sure there were no torn tendons, strained muscles, ligament injuries, hidden problems, or anything else that could put a player at risk once the game began.My heart was pounding erratically, so hard that I could almost feel it forcing its way between my ribs.The X-ray I had done two days ago suggested that my arm had healed considerably, but that did nothing to silence the fear clawing at the back of my mind. An X-ray could show that the bone was healing, but it didn't mean I was automatically fit for a full-cont

ZAYDEN My heart pounded heavily as I watched Doctor Dave jot down a few more notes in his notepad.The entire examination had felt like sitting on pins and needles. Every machine he brought out, every question he asked, and every time his fingers pressed against my arm sent another wave of anxiety coursing through me. I had tried to remain calm throughout the process, answering his questions and following his instructions, but the longer the examination dragged on, the more difficult it became to keep my fears under control.What scared me most was the faint pain I felt when he pressed down on the area closest to the fracture. It wasn't particularly intense, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat, and ever since then, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about what it might mean.Please don't let him find anything wrong.Please.That was the only thing I could mutter under my breath as I waited for him to finish, my fingers tightly intertwined in my lap while I watched him rev