All Chapters of Craving the wrong Captain : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DAVIES“Who called you?” My voice bounced off the cinderblock walls of the locker room tunnel.Maya stared at the cracked screen resting on the concrete floor. Color drained from her cheeks. Her hands trembled inside the oversized sleeves of my practice jersey. A sick feeling twisted my gut. Something was very wrong.Stepping closer, my boots squeaked against the floor. Reaching down, my fingers brushed her cold knuckles as I picked up the device. The glass was spider-webbed, but the audio app remained open.“Maya, talk to me,” my tone softened, masking the alarm bells ringing in my head. “Who was on the phone?”“Nathan,” she whispered. Her voice broke on the name. “He sent a voice memo.”Without waiting for permission, my thumb tapped the play icon. Static hissed from the tiny speaker. A second later, Nathan’s cold voice echoed in the empty hallway. He did not sound drunk anymore. He sounded calculated. He mentioned her work schedule. He brought up her sick mother. The hospital bills

DAVIES“One more stunt like this, Davies, and the captain's patch comes off.”Dean Miller’s voice hit my back like a whip. My boots crossed the threshold of the disciplinary office, leaving the stuffy room behind. Closing the frosted glass door, a rough exhale pushed past my lips. My draft stock hung by a very thin thread. Smashing a student's phone on camera did not help my bad boy allegations. It just fed the campus blogs more garbage.Turning down the polished corridor, a familiar figure blocked my path.Chloe stood dead center in the hallway. Her arms were crossed tight over a neon pink crop top. Dark mascara smudged under her eyes, proving she had shed a few tears over her ruined device. She tapped her white sneaker against the floor tiles, radiating pure fury.“Look, Chloe,” taking a step forward, my hands slipped into my pockets. “About last night—”“Save it, Davies.” She held up a hand, cutting off my apology before it even started. “You are actually sick for that. Literally u

MAYA“Keep your knees bent, rookie!” Davies shouted across the frozen rink.His deep voice bounced off the scratched plexiglass. My skates scraped against the fresh ice, wobbling as a gust of cold air hit my face. My breath plumed in the freezing arena.“I am not a rookie, Captain,” shooting back a glare, my hands tightened around the borrowed hockey stick. The fiberglass felt cold even through thick padded gloves.He skated backward with smooth steps. A cocky smirk plastered his handsome face. “Could have fooled me. You look like a baby giraffe trying to cross a frozen pond.”Julian skated past us, laughing out loud. He tapped his stick against the ice in approval. “She's got you there, Cap! Her stance is giving pure NPC energy. Just standing around waiting for a quest.”“Shut up, Julian,” tossing a loose chunk of shaved ice at his chest, a smirk fought its way onto my lips.Practice had been raging for an hour. Joining them on the ice seemed like a brilliant, fun idea until Davies d

MAYA"Wake up and look at this madness before my brain short-circuits!"Elena shoved a bright smartphone directly into my line of sight. Blinking against the harsh morning glare, my vision slowly focused on the cracked glass. A popular campus sports page dominated her screen.Right in the center sat a high-definition photo of Davies and me at the ice rink.He stood close behind me. His thick, muscular arms wrapped around my frame, guiding my hands over the fiberglass hockey stick. My body looked tiny inside his oversized blue practice jersey. A cocky, playful smirk stretched across his handsome face. My own cheeks bore a bright red flush. We looked lost in our own private bubble, oblivious to the world.Underneath the photo, bold text screamed the headline: *Westbridge Captain Tamed? Davies Jnr spotted giving private ice lessons to Dogfang's ex-queen. Nathan found shaking.*"Students are eating this up," Elena gasped, pulling her phone back to scroll through a massive sea of comments.

DAVIES“Move out of the way, rookie.”My voice sounded harsh, lacking any warmth. Stepping onto the thick rubber mats, my skates clomped heavy toward the ice.Maya stood right in my path. She wore that same oversized blue jersey from yesterday. Her dark eyes searched my face, looking for the guy who held her hand across the campus quad. That guy was gone. Locked away in a dark box.“Davies,” she spoke soft, taking a small step forward. “Are we going to talk about last night?”“Nothing to talk about.”Brushing past her shoulder, the cold air of the rink hit my face. My jaw clenched tight.She grabbed my elbow. Her grip felt desperate, digging into the fabric of my black long-sleeve shirt. “Stop acting like this. You are giving me the cold shoulder because I set a boundary in your truck. It was a contract, right? We agreed on paper. You should not be acting this way.”Turning around, my jaw set into a hard line. Looking down at her, the hurt in her eyes twisted my gut into knots. Pride