Semua Bab Rejected By The Hockey Captain, Claimed By His Coach : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Lori's POV"I'm pregnant, Lori." Janie's voice was barely above a whisper, and I spun around in shock, my heart already swelling with joy for my best friend."Janie! Oh my goddess!" I rushed across the VIP suite and threw my arms around her, squeezing tight. "That's incredible! I'm so happy for you!"She chuckled, but it didn't sound as exciting as I thought it would be. My eyebrows pulled together in a frown as I pulled back to look at her face. Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes."When did you find out? How far along are you? Wait—who's the father?" I grabbed her hands and pulled her toward the couch, practically bouncing. "Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail. And please... Tell me that it is for your mate!""Two months." Janie smoothed her emerald dress and settled beside me. "And the father…" She tilted her head, a strange little smirk playing on her lips. "You'll find out later tonight. And yeah he's my mate.""What does that mean?" I laughed, a little bit conf

Lori's POV "My children, oh my goodness. Are they... Are they...?" I sat up immediately, my hands moving around my belly, trying to see if I was feeling any pain there, if they were fine, if they were—"Your babies are fine, ma'am. Which is a miraculous thing after all your body has been through." I heard a voice from beside me, and even if I didn't know who the person speaking was, I felt the relief spread across my chest immediately.That was when I started to feel every other pain as memories of the championship night flooded my memories. My heart ached with a hole so deep that Silas created from the rejection. It ached so hard that tears spilled from the corners of my eyes, and I knew I shouldn't be focused on that.My babies were fine, that was all that mattered. They were fine, healthy, and not killed by the pack that was supposed to protect them. Everywhere was still dark, and it wasn't long before I realized my eyes were still closed, even as I tried checking on my babies. Ho

Lori's POV "You will be starting immediately as the team's medic. I will give you our training schedules." He paused and met my eyes from across the breakfast table. "I'm sure you're already well aware of it, but for formality sake." His cutlery barely made any noise on his plate. "Don't be late. Don't show any weakness, and don't expect us to walk in there as a couple." I stared at Dante across the breakfast table, and the food in my mouth tasted like I was eating paper. Two weeks had passed since the wedding and I had been rotting away in this mansion with him, recuperating too and having the doctors brought her for my antenatal. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was now married to a billionaire weeks after I got humiliated by my mate."I'm not expecting you to hold my hand," I said quietly, poking at my eggs. "I just want to know why you want to put me in the same building with Silas and the team members after what he did to me. After the world has gotten

Lori's POVI couldn't stop thinking about him, even after practice was over and we went back home in separate cars. And every time his face came up at the back of my mind, I always felt my heart racing for no reason at all. Maybe there was a reason... Maybe it was because of the memory of his finger on my throat, his lips brushing my ear, and the teasing comment he made about making love to me not minding that I was... pregnant.But he was joking, I had to remind myself that to ground me to reality. Men like Dante Dominic didn't look twice at women like me— pregnant, rejected, broken. He was testing me. Or mocking you. Or both. But it didn't matter how many times I repeated it to myself because my body didn't seem to believe me.Now it was a new day, and I was back at the arena, and my mind was still on him. Not just my mind, but my eyes. It made me wonder why I hadn't really noticed much about him while I was with Silas. I watched him coaching the players with early morning drills, a

Lori's POV Today's training session started earlier than usual, and I was doing my usual organisation of supplies when I felt the first wave of nausea hit me. The morning sickness was getting unbearable these days, and it came at the worst possible moments, sometimes whenever I was actively stitching a wound or trying to rush a player to the sick bay.Today's own came just as inconvenient as before and I found myself rushing to the bathroom in time, ignoring the pointed looks by the player's girlfriends and wives. The door was barely closed before I was on my knees, heaving into the toilet bowl, my body rebelling against everything I had eaten last night—which wasn't much, just that piece of chocolate cake and a few sips of soup, but apparently my babies had decided that even that was too much to keep down. I stayed there for a long time, breathing through my mouth, sweat beading on my forehead, and when I finally stood up and rinsed my mouth at the sink, I caught a glimpse of myself