All Chapters of In Love With My Alpha Hockey Player : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lily’s POVThe freezing white ice beneath my body did not feel cold anymore. In fact, everything felt completely different. I blinked, and the world became sharp. I could see every single scratch on the plastic barrier walls across the massive rink.I could hear the tiny drops of water falling from the ceiling blocks away. I could even smell the fear and sweat of every single person standing in the giant stadium.Holden stared down at me, his face a mix of pure joy and absolute shock. Lily, he whispered, his large hands still holding my cheeks. Your eyes.I sat up slowly, my head spinning from the sudden rush of power. I looked down at my hands. A faint, silver mist was dancing across my skin, warm and humming like a gentle engine. I felt stronger than I ever had in my entire life. The weakness from the black rock was completely gone.What is happening to me, I asked. My voice sounded different too. It was clearer, louder, and had a strange ring to it that made the pack warriors aroun

Lily’s POVI spun around so fast my sneakers squeaked loudly against the cold bathroom floor tiles. My hands flew up, ready to fight off the terrible dark shadow with the red spear. The silver light in my eyes flared like a wild fire, cutting through the darkness of the small room.The corner was completely empty.There was no cloaked man. There was no blood red spear. The dark air lifted instantly, and the normal temperature returned to the bathroom, leaving me shivering and gasping for air. It was a vision, or a warning, but it felt so real that my neck still prickled with fear.Lily, are you okay, Holden called out from the bedroom. I heard you gasp.I took one more shaky breath, looking back at the mirror. The silver light in my eyes was calmer now, but it was still there. I walked out of the bathroom, my legs feeling a little heavy. Holden was standing by the desk, holding the glass of water. His brown eyes were filled with absolute worry.I saw something in the glass, I whispere

Lily’s POVThe bang against the library door echoed through my chest like a gunshot. I snatched the old diary off the floor, slipping it quickly under my sweater as my heart slammed against my ribs.Lily, open up, a familiar voice called out.It was Holden.I let out a shaky breath and rushed to turn the brass lock. Holden stepped inside, his brow furrowed with concern. He was holding a file of papers in his hand. He looked down at my pale face and the way I was clutching my sweater.Did you find something, he asked softly, closing the heavy oak door behind him.I showed him the ancient diary, my hands still trembling as I opened it to the final page. Holden stared at the charcoal drawing of my exact face. He read the warning written in dark red ink, his jaw tightening until the muscles jumped in his cheek.The Shadow King, Holden muttered, his golden eyes flickering briefly with anger. My father has heard legends about him. He is an ancient entity that sleeps in the northern mountain

Lily’s POVThe referee dropped the black puck between them.Instead of snapping his stick forward with his usual lightning speed, Holden froze. His hands went loose on the wooden grip, and Marcus easily stole the puck, passing it down the ice toward our goal.The crowd let out a loud groan of disappointment. I leaned over the metal railing, my heart sinking as I watched Holden skate slowly back into position. His head was hanging low, his broad shoulders slouched under his heavy navy blue padding. He looked like a player who had completely given up on the game.I knew Holden better than anyone. He was the varsity team captain, a guy who hated losing more than anything in the world. He had spent his entire life working toward this college scholarship. He would never play like this unless someone held a knife to his throat.Marcus skated past him again, letting out a loud, mocking laugh as the rival team scored an easy goal. The scoreboard flashed red, setting off a loud siren that echo

Lily’s POVThe head scout’s harsh words echoed through the loud, echoing room like a heavy iron door slamming shut forever. Banned from the college draft. Forever.Holden stood completely frozen in the middle of the broken wooden seats. His hands slowly uncurled from his sides, dropping limply to his thighs. His shoulders slouched down, looking heavier than they ever had when he was wearing his full hockey gear. I could hear his heart breaking inside his chest, a slow, painful thump that tore right through my soul.He had spent his whole life waking up at five in the morning to skate on frozen ponds. He had spent years pushing his body through endless workouts, giving up normal high school parties, and taking brutal hits just for a chance at a professional sports career. Now, in less than ten seconds, it was all gone. Wiped out because he chose to jump through a plastic wall to save my life.I stepped over the broken wooden bench, ignoring the scattered popcorn cups and the frantic