Carrying the Hockey Prince's Secret child のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 78

Azrielle’s POVIt was the morning of the match. The locker room hummed with the electric, razor-thin tension of opening game preparations. I stood at the head of the tactical board, concluding my final analysis on the Ironheads' game plan and their newly acquired threat."Nico plays relentlessly on the left wing, he relies on high-speed transitions and brutal physical checks to shatter defensive formations," I said, my pen clicking against the digital rink layout. "Even though your captain isn't playing today due to his suspension, you all need to pull yourselves together and hold the line. The system only works if every single one of you stays locked in."While the rest of the team nodded, taking in the tactical adjustments, Reyes sat on his bench with his head hanging low, staring blankly at his unlaced skates. He was completely checked out, practically a million miles away.I stepped closer to him, lowering my voice so the rest of the room wouldn't hear. "Reyes, what is wrong with

Azrielle’s POV"Then do it, Az," he rasped through the constriction, his voice dropping into a raw, broken whisper. "Press down. Take it. Because if my blood is what it takes for you to see I'm not him... then choke the Kingsley out of me right now."He actually gripped my wrist with his own fingers, applying physical pressure to make my palms dig deeper into his windpipe."Declan, are you high?!" I hissed, trying desperately to pull my hands away from his throat."Do it! You said you wanted a life for a life, didn't you? Take it!" he growled, his jaw tight, his own hands forcibly holding mine pinned against his pulse point.I thrashed against his strength, using every ounce of lever technique I learned during those years on the island to twist my wrists out of his iron grip. I stumbled back a step, breathing heavily as I stared at him in complete disbelief."Declan, you seriously need to go see a psychiatrist," I rasped, turning on my heel to sprint down the concrete stairs.Before I

Azrielle’s POVDeclan’s dark, velvet words were still vibrating against the sensitive skin of my neck, his long fingers practically burning through the thin silk of my gown where his hand rested low on my bare back."Tell me, consultant..." he whispered, his voice dripping with an intoxicating heat that sent my pulse hammering wildly against my ribs, "...are you wearing this dress to drive the rest of the world crazy... or were you just waiting for my hands to trace this bare back all night?"I gasped softly, my breath catching in my throat as I reached back to plant both palms firmly against his bare, warm chest, shoving with all the force I could muster to create a fraction of distance between us."Get your hands off me, Declan," I growled under my breath, my cheeks burning as I met his smoldering dark eyes. "You are dangerously close.""Not close enough," he murmured, his thumb stroking a maddening, feather-light circle right against my waist as he pulled me a fraction tighter agai

Mireille’s POVI watched Declan carry Azrielle away, her emerald silk gown dripping onto the marble floor, and a slow, wicked smirk spread across my face.Finally.I was actually about to step in and physically block Jasper myself, but the little bubbly girl who had been hanging on his arm all night beat me to it, yanking him back before he could take a single step.I looked around the VIP deck. Half the party guests, media reporters, and franchise board members were staring straight at me with their jaws hanging open. Yeah, I just completely ruined the party. But frankly, I didn't give a damn. It was all thanks to that pathetic bitch Skye, who was currently sitting on the wet tiles, whimpering and acting pitiful as if she hadn't just tried to drown our lead consultant. Maybe she was still naively expecting Declan to turn around and play the heroic prince for her.Jasper marched straight up to me, his brow furrowed in deep frustration. "Mireille... why on earth did you just hand him y