《Claimed By The Hockey Captain》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Lori I should have known from the beginning that Travis had been deceiving me for the past six months. The signs were all right there, written in bold, painful letters across every single one of his half hearted promises. But I had been far too blinded by love and the desperate need for validation to see the truth. My wake up call should have been the moment he suddenly grew cold feet right in the middle of my twentieth birthday party. “Come on, Travis, babe... you promised me that we would finally tell everyone about us tonight,” I said, looking up at him with a pleading smile as I tried to drag him by his hands toward the makeshift stage set up in the living room. Travis remained rooted in place. His posture turned stiff, and he quietly pulled his arm out of my grip. A tight, nervous laugh broke across his sharp jawline as he refused to meet my eyes. “Don’t worry about it right now, Lori. Just go on up there without me,” he muttered smoothly, looking over my head at the c

Lori Lucas’s dark eyes narrowed into dangerous slits the second the bartender returned, slamming the heavy, unopened bottle of raw whiskey onto the wood between us. “Why do I suddenly get the feeling that you just got your heart broken?” Lucas asked softly, his deep voice carrying over the low hum of the bar as he watched me pour a shot and knock it back without flinching. I swallowed hard, wincing as the alcohol burned a fiery path down my throat to settle next to the heavy lump in my chest. “What makes you think that someone broke my heart?” “The drink, for starters,” Lucas replied smoothly, leaning one elbow against the counter and swirling the ice cubes in his own glass. “Your eyes are bloodshot and swollen. Plus, the fact that your phone has been vibrating non stop since you sat down. I’m guessing whoever is spamming your screen right now is the exact asshole behind those tears.” I glanced down at my phone resting on the wood. Even without picking it up, I knew it was Tr

Lucas Imagine my utter disappointment when I opened my eyes this morning to find the other side of my bed completely empty. I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as a confused frown pulled at my forehead. My bedroom was dead silent. I looked down at the floor, where my discarded clothes lay tangled together in a messy heap. It was the evidence of the unforgettable, intense night I had just shared with that gorgeous girl from the bar. What was her name again? I raked my brain, frantically tracing back through every word of our drunken conversation, only to realize with a jolt of frustration that I had never even asked. We had just hit it off, the dark chemistry had exploded between us, and she had boldly suggested we take things back to my place. I winced, a sudden knot tightening in my chest as I recalled how deeply hurt and vulnerable she had looked sitting on that barstool. Someone had clearly smashed her heart into a million pieces right before she walked through t

Lucas I was supposed to be sweating bullets over what the head coach was going to do to me. He had already issued a stern final warning the last time I let my explosive temper get the better of me on the ice. But when that bastard came at me from behind and took a cheap shot at my neck, I couldn't hold back. I didn't want to. Honestly, the looming threat of a season ending suspension wasn't what was actually occupying my mind. What was really stuck at the back of my brain was the lingering scent of the sweetest, most innocent girl I’ve ever had beneath me. Lori. Normally, if a girl panicked, bolted out of my dorm bed at three o'clock in the morning, and left behind a complete, tangled mess of my sheets, I would have been pissed off. I would have blocked her number without a second thought and forgotten she ever existed. But Lori was different. I couldn't get her out of my head no matter how hard I tried. I had spent the entire day consumed by thoughts of her. The fight and

LoriThe fake smile completely slipped off my face the exact second the hospital door swung open.Ann and Jessica had called me last night, crying and apologizing over the phone for not making it to the hospital sooner. They had promised they would be here first thing in the morning. Because of that, I had spent the last twenty minutes practicing my brightest, most carefree smile in the reflection of my phone screen. I wanted to prove to them that I was totally fine. I absolutely hated it when Jessica worried too much about me.But it wasn't my best friends who walked through the door.It was Travis. He was holding a massive bouquet of red roses, looking around the room with a nervous, guilty squint.“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, the words cutting through the quiet room like ice.“Cliché,” he muttered, trying to sound casual as he stepped forward and set the flowers down on the plastic rolling table near my bed. “Honestly, Lori, I was expecting you to say exactly that