Claimed By The Hockey Captain のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 148

LoriThe quiet click of the door closing behind Lucas echoed through the living room like a sigh of long awaited relief.I stood frozen in the center of the rug, my chest rising and falling in slow, heavy hitches. The room was silent now, save for the faint hum of the mini fridge and the soft rustle of Ann stepping out from her bedroom."Lori?" Ann whispered, her eyes wide with cautious hope as she looked at my face. "Did he... did he hear you out?""Yes," I breathed out, the word escaping my lips alongside a shuddering breath I felt like I had been holding for days.My legs finally gave out, and I sank onto the edge of the sofa, burying my face in my hands. Fresh tears welled in my eyes, but for the first time in forty eight hours, they weren't tears of suffocating despair.He knew. He finally knew the truth about Richard’s attack in the car, about the predatory bribe at my dorm door, and about the twisted web o

LoriEvery breath I took hitched on a jagged sob. The words “let’s remain friends” were still ringing in the cold air, slicing through my heart like a blunt knife. It was over. The boy who had held me, protected me, and loved me through every storm was slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.Lucas's arms were still wrapped securely around my shoulders. His hand moved in slow, comforting circles across my back, the exact same way he used to soothe me when I woke up from nightmares. But this wasn't a nightmare. This was real."I'm sorry, Lori," his voice murmured against my hair, rough, quiet, and thick with unshed tears. "I really am. I just... I don't know how to fix what's broken."I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat was raw, choked with a grief so profound it felt physical. I just gripped the fabric of his sweater tighter, closing my eyes, trying desperately to memorize the steady, rhythmic thud

LoriThe quiet serenity of Lucas's bedroom felt like a sanctuary shielded from the rest of the world.Outside, the cold autumn wind rattled the windowpanes, but inside, the room was filled with the soft, steady heat of the radiator and the gentle golden glow of the bedside lamp. I lay with my head resting against the smooth skin of Lucas’s chest, my hand tracing small, slow circles over the defined line of his collarbone. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, his thumb caressing my hip in a rhythmic, comforting motion that anchored me completely.Hearing Richard beg for mercy over the loudspeaker, after admitting to every single detail of his predatory attack, had lifted the final layer of suffocating darkness from my chest.Yet, as I listened to the steady, reassuring beat of Lucas’s heart beneath my cheek, a quiet ache of lingering guilt began to surface in my mind.I shifted slightly, propping my chin on his ches

LoriI stumbled backward, my shoulder blade colliding hard against the entryway wall. For a fraction of a second, my ears rang with a sharp, dizzying hum, and the metallic taste of blood coated my tongue where my teeth had clipped my inner lip. I had expected her to scream. I had expected her to hurl more insults, cry, or storm out of the room in defeat. But I never, in a million years, expected her to physically strike me.Standing a few feet away, Jessica was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently beneath her unzipped designer jacket. Her hand was still raised in the air, fingers curled into a tight, white knuckled fist, while a manic grin twisted across her flushed face."How does that feel?" Jessica hissed, her voice trembling with a toxic, chaotic triumph as she lowered her hand and stepped closer. "How does it feel to finally get what's coming to you?"I lowered my hand from my cheek, my dark eyes narrowing