Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

IAN**The coordinator had given Reynolds and me a strike.A strike. For “conduct unbecoming of Alpha heirs who are meant to set an example for inter-pack unity.” Direct quote. Delivered by Alpha Cross, who’d reminded me of Uncle Crane—radiating that disappointed energy of a father watching his sons fail a class they should’ve aced.Bashing Reynolds’ skull into the dirt and leaving him bleeding on a stretcher hadn't even scratched the itch.Because it wasn't just Reynolds. It started with that bastard from last night—the mop-headed male who’d been so close to her. Close enough to get her drinks. To put his arms around her. To make her smile at him.The taste in my mouth was the exact same foul, bitter rot I’d felt in my gut every single time she used to look at Calloway.I could feel the eyes on me the second I crossed the threshold of the training grounds. Four packs’ worth of stares—some curious, some wary, and the IronFang guys openly hating my guts. Including Reynolds, who’d appar

ELARA * * My blood boiled at the nickname. Babe?! I wanted to punch that pretty, arrogant face so hard his jaw broke. Aside from his stupidly good looks, his personality was pure toxic garbage. I just wished my traitorous body would get the memo and stop reacting to him. “Tell you what,” I watched as he flexed his broad shoulders, taking a loose combat stance. “You want to get rid of me so bad? Land one single punch on me. Anywhere. And I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day.” My eyes narrowed. “One punch?” “One punch.” Easy. I clenched my fist, stepped forward, and threw a fast left hook straight at his jaw. Missed. He dodged it without even taking his hands out of his pockets. I swung my right. Missed. I tried a low jab. Missed. With every swing, I grew more out of breath and twice as furious, while Ian just chuckled, casually swaying his upper body like we were playing a game of tag. His reflexes were ridiculously fast. “Is that all you’ve got, Babe?” he teased

ELARAThe sharp ring of the bell announced the end of Werewolf Studies, kicking us out into mandatory after-school activities. Most of the guys ran off to the Arena. It was the first unranked game of the semester, and the air was practically buzzing with testosterone and excitement.Isodel and I signed up for archery. It was a smart move. An escape from Ian and the twins.Forget everything? Forget six years of torture?I pulled the bowstring back to my cheek and let the arrow fly with all the anger I’d been holding in.THWACK.Right in the exact middle of the bullseye.The loud field suddenly went quiet. Isodel froze, her jaw dropping open as she looked at the target, then back at me. “Elara... are you completely sure you’ve never shot a bow before?”“It was just dumb luck,” I mumbled, pulling a second arrow from the rack.I set it on the bow, pulled back, and let go without even taking a breath.THWACK.The second arrow split the end of the first one right down the middle, pushing it

ELARA“Mama, why was the white wolf bullied?”My mother turned away from the kitchen sink, wiping her damp hands on her apron. She smiled, her warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as she walked over and knelt right in front of me. She reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.“That’s because they were all scared of her, sweetheart,” she whispered softly. “People only try to hurt what they don’t understand—and what they secretly fear.”“Because she was different?” I asked, clutching my stuffed toy tightly against my chest.“Because white wolves are the rarest gift in the world. They carry the bloodline of the Moon Goddess herself,” Mama said, her hand resting over my heart. “Their power is so ancient and pure that the world keeps it hidden. It stays fast asleep inside them until they are marked by their true mate. Only then does their real magic finally wake up.”I blinked down at her, my small voice full of wonder. “Like Sleeping Beauty? Awakened by a true

IAN“She won’t make it. The poison is already in her central nervous system. It’s a miracle her heart is still pumping, but medically? There's nothing left to do.”I’d summoned Hera here because the Academy physicians were useless, so why the hell was she saying the exact same damn thing.It was morning now. None of the remedies had worked on her thus far.I stared down at Elara. She was lying unnaturally still on the white sheets. Her skin was a sickly, translucent white, her lips bruised a dark purple. Her chest wasn't rising. It wasn't falling. On the heart monitor, the steady beep... beep... was dragging out longer and longer with every passing second.And I couldn’t breathe.I couldn’t watch her like this.Hera looked at me, her eyes full of unwanted sympathy. "Her body can't flush out the poisonous spores. She needs a full, clean blood transfusion. But she isn't a wolf, and she isn't a normal human either. Push the wrong blood type into her veins, and her body will shock itself