Carrying the Hockey Prince's Secret child のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Declan’s POVI stared down at the paper in my father's hand, the stark white sheet illuminated under the harsh floodlights. My pulse hammered violently against my ribs, the cold night air suddenly suffocating.Then my eyes locked onto the black-and-white printouts pasted across the page.It wasn't a hospital record. It wasn't a DNA report.It was a series of high-contrast photos taken in the private hallway outside the ballroom—meticulously photoshopped images showing me violently gripping Skye by the arm, my face twisted in rage, with a final grain-heavy frame angled to make it look as if my open palm had just struck her across the face.The breath slowly returned to my lungs, a cold, calculating calm washing over the sheer terror that had paralyzed me seconds ago. They didn't know about Asher. They had no idea about the bone marrow extraction, the ICU, or my son. Skye had simply run straight to her father with a fabricated abuse claim to cover up her humiliation at the gala.My fath

Azrielle’s POV"Declan Kingsley will not be playing with you guys today. So for this game, you don't have a captain."The entire tactical room went completely, suffocatingly dead silent."What did you just say?" Declan stepped forward, his dark eyes blazing with raw fury, ignoring the visible stiffness in his spine.I finally turned around, locking my gaze directly onto his. "You heard me, Mr. Kingsley."I pulled my tablet against my chest, giving him a look so detached, so icy, that it felt like a physical slap. He stared back at me, waiting for me to back down, but I didn't give him a single drop of emotion.Behind him, the briefing room erupted into immediate, frantic murmuring."How are we supposed to play opening night without our captain?""She’s out of her mind...""She clearly wants us to lose!"Before the locker room could spiral into an outright mutiny, Declan’s deep voice cut straight through the noise, shutting them up instantly."Quiet. All of you."Marcus stepped up besi

Mireille’s POVI was still trying to convince Azrielle when a sudden, collective gasp erupted across the arena, followed by a sharp cry of pain from the ice.My eyes snapped down to the rink just in time to see Reyes crumpled on the cold surface, clutching his leg, and Callum standing over him with that smug, dirty grin. Before anyone else could react, Declan vaulted straight over the barrier like a madman, charging into the fray to throw a punch that nearly took Callum's head off.How I wish I had gotten out there first before Declan, I thought, grinding my teeth as I rushed down the tunnel steps. If I had reached Callum first, he would have been wishing he was dead. He would have learned the hard way exactly why I hold a black belt.By the time I reached the ice, the referees were separating the teams. I immediately dropped to my knees beside Reyes, quickly checking his leg and applying a temporary compression bandage to stabilize his knee. As Marcus and I helped him up, Reyes used

Reyes’s POV"Declan is going to be fine, right?" I asked, staring blankly up at the white ceiling of my private recovery suite."He said he's fine," Marcus replied, leaning back against the leather armchair with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.Now, it was just the three of us left in the room—me, Marcus, and Tobias. The heavy silence of the hospital wing hummed around us."It was all because of me," I groaned, tossing a heavy arm over my eyes to block out the light. "If I hadn't let Callum get under my skin on the ice, Declan wouldn't have taken that swing, and he wouldn't be dealing with all that media heat right now.""You know he wouldn't like to hear you talk like that," Tobias said, kicking the side of my mattress gently. "The absolute best thing you can do right now is get well fast so we can win the next game."A brilliant, million-dollar idea suddenly popped into my head. I pulled my arm off my face and looked up at both of them, twisting my lips into a master-class,

Mireille’s POVI felt my entire body shiver beneath his, my fingers twitching against his wrists as if deciding whether to push him away or pull him closer."Reyes..." I finally whispered, my voice trembling just a fraction as I locked my eyes onto his. "You're not drunk at all, are you?"His smirk widened, leaning in until our lips were practically touching."Does it really matter?" he rasped softly, his thumb caressing the soft curve of my cheek with maddening slowness. "Or are you finally going to stop fighting what's right in front of you?""Reyes, you are out of your mind. Get off me," I snapped, trying to summon the strength to push his chest away.What he did next shocked the absolute hell out of me. Before I could process another thought, he slammed his mouth onto mine, kissing me with a sudden, overwhelming intensity. I was too stunned to react, my mind going completely blank as the heat radiated straight down my spine.He withdrew just a fraction, pulling back to look into