All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ZAYDEN, ST. DOMINIC GENERAL HOSPITALThe air smelled of disinfectant, and pain; that kind of nauseating combination I had always hated about hospitals. It clung to every wall and every breath, sharp enough to settle at the back of my throat until I could almost taste it. The fluorescent lights overhead only made everything feel colder, bleaching every face into the same exhausted shade.The moment I stepped through the entrance, I met a team of medical personnel wheeling in two bleeding men into the hospital. Their clothes were soaked in blood, one man's arm hung at an angle no arm should ever bend, while the other's legs looked twisted, his bones protruding in unnatural ways, like they'd barely survived a nasty accident and fate hadn't yet decided whether to keep them alive.One of the nurses barked orders while another squeezed a blood bag higher, trying desperately to keep it flowing."Move! Trauma bay!"The trolley rushed past me, disappearing behind swinging double doors.I barel

ZAYDENI looked up at Doctor Grant, caught completely off guard by what he'd just said. He would report me?For a brief second, I searched his face for the slightest trace of a joke. There wasn't one.His lips remained pressed into a firm line, his jaw tight enough that I could see the muscles flex beneath his skin. Even his usually warm eyes had turned resolute, carrying the unwavering determination of a doctor who had already made up his mind.He wasn't bluffing. He truly meant it."Don't look at me like that," he said quietly, though there wasn't a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Instead of standing by and watching you murder yourself, it's better I send you into their custody and have them hold onto you until you're forced to recover."He leaned back slightly before continuing."You might resent me at first."His gaze never left mine. "But when all of this is behind you, you'll realize that staying alive is the greatest victory."He lifted two fingers and knocked them firmly aga

ZAYDENThe words needed a few minutes to settle in my mind, sinking through the noise until they made a shape I didn’t like. Then laughter bubbled in my chest, bitter and sharp. A compatible omega? Funny. At the moment, I don't even have an Omega mosquito around me, let alone someone I could trust with my life.“What's so funny?” He adjusted his glasses, with a frown on his face, the gesture impatient. “You need soothing pheromones to calm your body and reduce the side effects of the modifying drugs. An Omega shouldn't be hard to find. The problem is finding one who's trustworthy enough to keep his or her mouth shut and protect your privacy. Secondly, the compatibility rate will also be an issue.” The clinical tone made it sound simple. It wasn’t.And that was the problem, the real one that sat like a blade under my ribs. A little sabotage might cost me everything. Who's to say she wouldn't end up exposing me before time to media scrutiny, selling my secret for a headline? A little mo

ZAYDENDoctor Grant gently shifted my hand beneath the examination light, turning it from side to side as he inspected the bruising one last time."Thankfully," he said after a moment, "your palm's problems are limited to flesh wounds and bruising."His fingers pressed lightly around the swollen areas before giving a satisfied nod."It's healing nicely." He looked up at me."With proper treatment, the bruising should disappear in about four days."At least, there was one piece of good news. It barely registered. My thoughts were still trapped elsewhere.Doctor Grant gave my upper back a light tap. "Come on.""Let's return to my office."Before I could move, the radiographer returned carrying a neatly folded hospital gown. She handed it to Doctor Grant."It's sterile," she explained politely. "A hospital gown will be much easier for him to remove and wear than his clothes while he's here.""Thank you."Doctor Grant accepted it before helping me ease out of my shirt. Every movement of m

RONANFor the past three days, I haven't been able to sleep properly.Every time I closed my eyes, the same image surfaced without invitation.Zayden rushing out of the hockey unit on Thursday afternoon, his phone pressed against his ear, his usually composed face drawn tight with urgency before disappearing into a waiting taxi.Then...Nothing.It was as though he'd vanished from the surface of the earth.No calls. No messages. No sign of him anywhere.He didn't come to class on Friday, which in itself was strange enough to make me uneasy.Zayden was many things. Stubborn. Annoying. Self-righteous. Infuriatingly composed. Sometimes pretentious. But one thing I could never deny was that he took everything he cared about seriously.Anything he did. Anything that managed to capture his interest, he pursued it with frightening dedication.Academics. Hockey. Even managing the bunch of bratty idiots on his team.He was a damn good captain.He knew exactly how to keep everyone's spirits hi