Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

ZAYDENI was only supposed to stay one night for observation.Somehow, Consultant Grant managed to keep me imprisoned in that hospital until today.His argument had been annoyingly reasonable.Thursday was already brushing against the weekend. Since Friday lectures weren't particularly important, remaining in the hospital for a few extra days would give both my shoulder and my overworked body a chance to recover properly.I had argued. He had argued harder.In the end, the doctor won.To be honest...After spending those three days in the hospital, I genuinely felt much better.For the first time in what felt like forever, my mind was quiet.Without the pheromone modifiers constantly flooding my system, clouding my senses and forcing my body into a perpetual state of strain, my thoughts felt clearer. Lighter. The pressure behind my eyes had disappeared, and even breathing seemed easier.More importantly, inside that room, I didn't have to keep looking over my shoulder.I didn't have t

RONANI turned the words around in my mind until they cut. No. I don't love him. It can't be that. It is probably curiosity, or friendly attention. Maybe I just want him. Could it be lust and infatuation? But I've never felt one this intense before. My attraction to women only lasts a few minutes. When I invite them to my bed, the interest burns bright and fast. Once they're out of it, the desire disappears like smoke in a room with open windows. But Zayden, even after that night at the frat party, the desire didn't leave. It only got higher. Amplified. As if someone added fuel to an already high heat and kept pouring. A long groan followed the thought and I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. Zayden shouldn't affect me this way. He should be someone I want to keep an eye on, not the leash drawing me to the sun when I’ve spent years avoiding light. What on earth is wrong with me? I must have gone crazy from worrying about him, because nothing else explain

Wednesday. 4:00 p.m.School Ice RinkZAYDENCamera flashes burst relentlessly against my face, their white glare bouncing off the polished ice and the clear visor of my helmet. My hands tightened around my hockey stick until the leather grip dug into my palms. My heart refused to settle, pounding against my ribs with maddening force, and I found myself counting silently under my breath, clinging to the familiar rhythm just to keep myself calm.The scouts were here again.Only this time, they weren't the ordinary recruiters that had visited weeks ago. This was an entirely different league. A new set from the international professional clubs. Men with enough influence to decide whether someone's dream continued beyond this rink or died on it. Powerful enough to make the previous group look painfully average.Polar Titans. Portland Glacier. NYC United.The top dogs of the professional hockey leagues were all here.Although I couldn't tell which of the sharply dressed men occupying the VIP

ZAYDENI lay there on the ice, breaths coming in short, pained, scattered grunts escaping despite every desperate attempt to swallow them down. Tiny cracking sensations rippled through my body with every movement, each one feeling like both my arm splintering further and my heart shattering into pieces.The dreams and hopes I'd held so tightly before me came crumbling down like a poorly moulded sand castle, washed away before I could even reach them.The tears wouldn't stop coming. My chest had tightened so much it felt impossible to draw in enough air. I rolled onto my side, forcing myself to get up, but the instant I shifted my left arm, white-hot agony exploded through my shoulder and sent me crashing back onto the ice.I stared up at the blinding arena lights overhead.Everything above me blurred into a haze.From the corner of my eye, I saw Coach slowly rise from the players' bench. His eyes were wide with disbelief, his expression trapped somewhere between shock and confusion. Hi

RONANI stood rooted in the changing room long after he left, every limb trembling as though my body had forgotten how to stay upright. Gavin had gone after Zayden instead of coming in to change.The silence pressed against my ears until it hurt.I staggered back and collapsed against the nearest wall. My shoulders hit cold concrete with a dull thud. My heart quivered, each beat louder than the crowd that had filled the arena minutes ago.He had a fracture, not a dislocation.The realization hit with terrifying clarity. That was why it felt wrong when I forced the bone back. The resistance. The unnatural angle. The way he cried out. I should have known.My fingers curled into fists. And now Damon had aggravated it. Damon, that bastard.A cold weight settled behind my eyes. I pushed off the wall and stalked toward the exit.Before I reached the door, Gavin came back. His chase had failed.The moment our eyes met I saw it. Pure fury. His eyes burned like he wanted to scorch me.For a s