All Chapters of Carrying the Hockey Prince's Secret child : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Azrielle’s POV"Coach, we all know he didn't purposely punch him that day. He doesn't really have to be suspended for three straight games," I said, leaning over Coach Peterson’s heavy mahogany desk, my arms folded tightly across my chest as I held his gaze.Coach Peterson let out a weary breath, massaging his temples as he looked up from the official match penalty reports scattered across his desk. "He said it himself, Azrielle. He walked in here, owned every single second of it, and didn't show a single drop of remorse.""Coach, we can suspend him for just one game instead," I pushed, keeping my voice clipped, analytical, and strictly professional. "After all, he is the captain. On opening night, the team clearly felt his absence on the ice during those final minutes. Having him sit out for three straight games might permanently damage the team's momentum and fracture their morale."Coach Peterson paused, leaning back in his leather chair. He narrowed his eyes, studying me with a sl

Azrielle’s POVJasper briefly glanced over at me, his eyes dead serious, filled with a sharp, warning chill as he navigated the afternoon traffic."Trust me, Azrielle... he isn't the helpless, regretful guy you think he is. He's far more dangerous than his father ever was."I stared down at the classified financial documents resting heavy on my lap, my mind spinning into a dark, stormy abyss. If Declan had an entire offshore shadow network and a private intelligence grid at his fingertips this whole time, why the hell was he pretending to be so helplessly trapped under Harrison’s thumb? What was he really after?"Az, we're here," Mireille’s voice snapped me out of my downward spiral as Jasper smoothly pulled the sedan into the private medical center’s underground parking bay.I shoved the manila folder straight into my handbag, masking my internal chaos behind a calm, composure-filled face. We took the private elevator straight up to the pediatric wing.The moment I pushed open the do

Declan’s POVI won't lie, I felt like strangling that guy called Jasper the moment he wrapped his jacket around her waist outside the bus. Standing there watching him touch her made my blood boil in ways I couldn't even control.Now, sitting next to her in the dimly lit bus, feeling her knuckles dig into my arm through the dark fabric of my shirt, every nerve ending in my body was on fire."Because if you keep gripping me like this, Azrielle..." I murmured, my dark gaze dropping to the rise and fall of her chest as my fingers tightened possessively around hers, "...I might just start thinking you actually wanted to be sitting next to me."I leaned in a fraction closer, my lips hovering mere inches from her ear as my voice dropped into a low, velvet purr. "Or maybe... it wasn't only my arm you wanted to touch tonight?"Azrielle snapped out of her pain-induced daze, her eyes widening in realization. She instantly yanked her hands back as if my skin had burned her."Stop deceiving yourse

Azrielle’s POV"Looks like I'm stuck with you for the flight," he said softly.I looked over at him and simply shook my head. What was driving him crazy wasn't even on my radar right now. I was trying to parse through the fresh sports bulletins regarding this newly traded player, Nico—the unexpected wild card on the Ironheads' roster, the rival team we were about to face.Declan wouldn't even be playing this match due to his one-game league suspension. Containing the opposing offense with this new variable on the ice was going to be a massive headache on its own. Add that to the throbbing cramps tearing through my body, and now, the ultimate headache sitting right beside me.I held my tablet in one hand, balancing my notebook and pen in the other. I was still analyzing the clip when a sudden, soothing warmth pressed directly against my lower abdomen.I looked up instantly to see Declan staring straight ahead, acting like he hadn't just placed the hot water bottle on my lap."What do y

Azrielle’s POV"On the plane, he certainly wasn't acting like the most innocent guy on earth... and now he has two different women clinging to his arms. Absolute nonsense," I muttered under my breath, letting out a sharp hiss as I walked into my suite and sat on the edge of the plush armchair."How are you feeling now, Az?" Jasper asked gently, placing the thermal bottle on the glass side table next to me."I'm better now," I said, leaning back and rubbing my temples to soothe the lingering headache.Jasper offered a soft, amused smile. "Or... do you actually need that back massage you mentioned out in the hallway?""No... no, don't worry, I'm fine," I answered quickly, a faint flush touching my cheeks. "I just needed a quick excuse to shut the door in his face."Jasper chuckled softly and nodded. "Fair enough.""Your team is playing first tomorrow afternoon before ours," I noted, shifting my focus back to the league schedule. "I'm rooting for you."Jasper tilted his head, his dark ey