All Chapters of Claimed By The Hockey Captain: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LoriThe narrow corridor felt like it was rapidly shrinking around me. Richard’s broad frame blocked out the light from the main hall, trapping me in his shadow. I pressed my back as flat against the cold wall as possible, my hands clutching the hem of my skirt so tightly my knuckles turned white.My pulse was racing like a frightened animal’s. My mind churned in overdrive, frantically searching for some logical explanation. Any excuse at all to justify why I had thrown myself at him in the hallway yesterday evening.“Mr. Rashford... I... I don't even know what to say,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. So I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the second button of his crisp white shirt. “I am so, so sorry about yesterday. Truly. It was entirely unprofessional of me, and I crossed a line that I had no right crossing.”I swallowed hard past the dry lump in my throat, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a panicked rush. “I was dealing wit

LucasI slammed the driver’s side door of my truck, tossed my duffel bag into the backseat, and gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned pale. The early morning sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a cool, orange hue across the quiet campus parking lot. I couldn't sit in my empty dorm room for another second. Ever since that bizarre, emotionally draining phone call with my stepmother yesterday, my head had been a complete mess of buried memories, unhealed wounds, and restless energy.More than anything, I just needed Lori.I needed to see her face, hold her in my arms, and smell the sweet vanilla scent of her hair. The distance between us was driving me insane, especially with the constant, poisonous rumors floating back and forth. I reached forward to drop the gear shift into reverse, ready to pull out of the parking stall, when a sudden knock on my passenger window made me jump.I

LoriI smoothed down the front of my tailored high waisted trousers, taking a long breath as I checked my reflection in the full length mirror one last time. I had pulled my hair back into a sleek, low bun, keeping my makeup sharp, clean, and minimal. There was no room for error today. The grand finale prep officially began now, and I needed every drop of confidence I could muster.Leaving the quiet safety of my room, I made my way down the sunlit stone pathway toward the main competition facility. The air was crisp, carrying the cool morning breeze, but my chest felt light. As I approached the grand double glass doors of the workshop complex, a familiar figure stepped out from the shadows of the entrance pillar, intentionally blocking my path.Mirabelle stood there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, a mocking smirk plastered across her face. She wore a bright red designer blazer, her eyes glinting with a bitter, toxic fury that proved just how deeply my top ten placeme

LucasMy jaw was clamped so tight my teeth ached. Sitting in the crowded auditorium, surrounded by rows of high fashion snobs, I felt like a caged animal. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to jump over the barrier, march down to that stage, and pull Lori away from this high pressure madness. But I sat glued to the seat, my knuckles white as I gripped my knees, watching her line up beside the other nine finalists.She hadn't looked at me once since stepping onto that stage. Not a glance. Not a single spark of recognition.I leaned toward the passenger sitting to my right, my voice dropping into a low, deadly whisper that barely carried over the hushed hum of the crowd.“Listen to me very carefully, Jessica,” I growled, not even bothering to turn my head toward her. “If you let a single word slip to Lori about what happened in your living room the other night about that twisted dare and you taking your clothes off. I

Lori Jessica just stood there, casually swaying on her heels as she took another slow, deliberate sip from her glass. Her expression remained calm, a tight, polished smile fixed across her lips that didn't reach her eyes.“Jessica, I asked you a simple question,” I demanded, taking a firm step into her space. The heavy wooden plaque in my hands suddenly felt like an unbearable weight. “Where is Lucas? I saw him sitting right next to you in the spectator gallery.”Jessica let out a soft, airy laugh, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, you know Lucas, Lori. He’s... well, he’s just wandering around somewhere outside, I suppose. The crowd in here was getting a bit too intense for him.”My eyes narrowed into slits. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as every defensive instinct I possessed flared to life. She was stalling. The way her eyes darted briefly toward the main glass exit doors before snapping back to my face was a dead give