Carrying the Hockey Prince's Secret child のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Azrielle’s POVA broad, solid chest caught my fall, yanking me up against him in one swift, protective pull. The subtle scent of dark cedar instantly filled my senses before I could even open my eyes."I promised you I would always catch you," he whispered, setting me carefully back onto my feet.I instantly recognized his voice. I gasped, blinking up at his sharp jawline and warm eyes. "Jasper?!""Oh my God, what are you doing here?" I breathed, my heart still racing from the near-fall."Go, darling. People are waiting—go rock the stage," he said, slipping off his dark designer suit jacket and gently draping it over my shoulders to hide the mess.I smiled at him, feeling a sudden, grounding relief amidst the blinding flashes of the press cameras now focused entirely on us."Catch you later," I said softly, and he flashed me an easy, familiar okay sign.After Mireille, Jasper Westbrook, Arthur's god-son, had been the one constant during my five long years on the island. Even though he

Azrielle’s POV"What if I want your life for mine?"The breath hitched in Declan’s throat. I could feel the sudden, rigid tension running through his entire frame, the pulse in his jaw hammering wildly against my hand anchored to his collar."What if I want to break you completely," I whispered, leaning closer until my dark gaze locked onto his wide, stunned eyes, "and make you beg for your life?"The color drained from his face. For a fleeting second, the arrogant, controlling captain vanished, leaving behind a man who looked like he had just been struck by lightning. He parted his lips, about to say something, when a sharp, frantic tap on my shoulder shattered the suffocating trance between us."Az," Mireille’s panicked voice cut in, hovering right behind us. "Az, you need to step away right now... Asher is..."My fingers instantly let go of Declan’s collar as if the fabric had caught fire. The burning hatred in my chest vanished, replaced by an instant, sickening drop in my stomach

Azrielle’s POV"No, that's not possible! There has to be another way!" I screamed, tearing myself frantically from Jasper's grip. I stumbled forward, my hands violently clutching Arthur's lapels as my tears blurred the world into streaks of sterile white. "Old man, please! Look at me! Tell me there's another way! He can't get to know about him! Not now... God, please, no!""Az, there is almost nothing else we can do," Arthur choked out, his shoulders shaking as heavy tears ran freely down his weathered, tired face. He put his hands over mine, but his grip was utterly helpless. "Look at him through that glass panel... Asher is slipping away from us.""No, you don't understand!" I sobbed, my voice breaking in the cold, quiet hallway. "He might not even want the child! Five years ago, I went to his family's estate to show him the medical report, but I was thrown out like trash! How could I possibly go back to him now and tell him I need him to save a child he probably doesn't even want?!

Azrielle’s POVThe doors to the procedure unit glided open with a sharp, heavy hiss. I surged forward, every instinct screaming at me to reach my son, but the figure striding out made my blood run cold.Declan burst into the hallway, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a spot of fresh blood soaking through his sleeve where he had yanked out his IV. His dark eyes swept the corridor like a predator on the hunt until they locked onto mine."Where is she?" his voice rumbled, deadly and harsh, cutting through the sterile silence of the ICU waiting area.The chief doctor stepped out behind him, holding up a clipboard to intervene. "Miss Vance, the transfer was completely successful. The donor marrow has taken, and his vitals are completely stable."A breath I felt like I had been holding for five agonizing years finally escaped my lungs. Relief crashed over me so hard my knees trembled, but I forced myself to stand tall. "Can I see him? Please.""We are transferring him to a private recover

Azrielle’s POVI sat by the side of the hospital bed, holding Asher’s tiny, delicate finger, gently caressing the soft skin with my thumb. The quiet, rhythmic chime of the heart monitor was the only comforting sound in the sterile room.The door clicked open softly, and Arthur stepped inside. He stood at the foot of the bed, his tired eyes softening as he looked down at my sleeping boy."I'm glad he is stable now, Az," he said quietly.I nodded, swallowing the thick lump in my throat, my thumb still tracing Asher’s small hand. "Arthur... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you go through all of that tonight.""It's fine," he murmured, giving me a gentle, reassuring look. "As long as the two of you are good, nothing else matters.""And about Declan..." I trailed off, squeezing my lips together into a tight, bitter line. The lingering phantom of his touch, the agonized tone of his voice, and the weight of his promises still burned beneath my skin."He was bound to find out eventually," Arthu