Claws on Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

Trixie’s POVRecovery was boring. It wasn't the peaceful kind of boring either. It was the cruel, insulting kind. The kind where my body acted as if it belonged to an eighty-year-old wolf with bad knees and drinking problems.Every time I tried to sit up quickly, my ribs screamed, and every time I turned my head too fast, the room tilted. Every breath made my chest feel like it was wrapped in pain. And I found myself hating lying in bed while the world moved around me.I hated hearing Yasmine leave for school every morning, her skates clicking against the floor as she walked through the apartment like nothing had happened. She hated me, and the two of us had not spoken since, but she was still going on with her life. Yes, she was forced to come back after school, but it did not mean that she stopped her life. Not at all, actually.And maybe the worst part was that no one knew. Well, not really.They both knew she hit me. Mom and Dad knew that she cried afterwards, sitting in the kitch

Trixie pov:Watching the boys train was a special kind of torture. Not because they were bad. But because they were annoyingly good.And because watching Harlan train became extreme torture, especially knowing that I couldn't get on the rink.Harlan moved across the ice like he owned every inch of it, which, knowing him, he probably believed he did. He cut through the drills with sharp, controlled movements, his stick steady, his shoulders relaxed, his eyes always two steps ahead.He made hockey look effortless. I hated him for that, and I also hated the way my eyes kept finding him, the way I kept thinking of him in the crowd.Every time he shouted an instruction, every time he slammed a puck into the net, every time one of his teammates laughed at something he said, my attention drifted back to him before I could stop it.It was embarrassing. Because I knew what it meant, and I knew how much I hated it. I was an Omega for crying out loud. He was not going to spare me a second glance