Todos os capítulos de The Hockey Alpha's Rejection : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

CHAPTER TWELVE POV: Damon I sat outside on my front porch late at night, staring directly across the quiet street at the brightly lit windows of Raina's house, and the heavy regret in my chest made it completely impossible for me to sleep. Every single choice I had made five years ago kept running through my head, from the public rejection at the ceremony to the way I let my father dictate my life, and watching the faint silhouettes of my children moving past the second-floor curtains filled me with a deep, aching sadness. I stayed sitting on that chair until the sun slowly began to rise over the neighborhood, lighting up the front yards, and I poured myself a cup of plain coffee while I kept my eyes fixed on her driveway. Around eight in the morning, the front door of Raina's house opened, and four-year-old Ruth walked out onto the front porch holding a small plastic dragon toy in her hands, while Raina stood just inside the open doorway talking loudly on her phone with Reign abo

CHAPTER FOURTEEN POV: Raina I walked through the player tunnel of the main city arena at six o'clock in the morning, holding my clipboard tight against my side while my team's head coach walked right beside me, ready to oversee our very first official practice session on the main rink. Reign had spent three hours on the phone with the league directors yesterday securing our designated ice time, so I expected to find an empty rink waiting for my players to stretch and run drills, but as we rounded the final corner of the concrete hallway, the loud sound of skates cutting across the ice echoed through the air. I stepped through the double doors into the main arena area, and my temper flared instantly when I looked out onto the rink and saw the entire Frostvale hockey team skating in circles, shooting pucks at the net like they owned the place. Damon was standing near the center line in his full hockey jersey and helmet, blowing his whistle to call his players into a tight circle, co

CHAPTER SIXTEEN POV: Raina I set the plate of chicken and rice down on the table in front of Raymond, but he immediately pushed the dish away with his small hands, crossing his arms over his chest while tears filled his golden eyes again. Ever since his wolf surge earlier in the afternoon, he had been cranky and restless, refusing to take a single bite of his food or sit properly in his chair despite every soft word of encouragement I offered him. Ruth was sitting beside him eating her carrots quietly, watching her brother throw a tantrum, while Reign stood near the kitchen counter reviewing team emails on his tablet. "Raymond, baby, you need to eat your dinner so you can get your energy back," I said, leaning down beside his chair and placing my hand gently on his small knee. "I don't want to eat, Mommy!" Raymond cried out, wiping his wet nose with his sleeve while he shook his head stubbornly. "I want the nice tall mister from across the street to come eat with us, because he f

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN POV: Mira I adjusted my tight red dress in the bright lights of the grand hotel ballroom, smoothing down the soft fabric while taking a front-row seat directly in front of the elevated wooden stage where the city hockey board was hosting its official press conference. The room was packed with dozens of sports journalists, camera crews, and league officials, all gathered to hear the final announcements regarding the upcoming exhibition match between our traditional Frostvale team and the newly registered city franchise. I looked up at the main panel table, seeing Raina sitting right beside Reign under the bright overhead lights, wearing a formal black suit while looking completely calm, collected, and ridiculously confident as she shuffled her presentation papers. A sharp wave of jealousy swept through my body as I stared at her, remembering how Damon had shoved my arm on his porch and defended her name, and I gripped my small clutch purse tightly while waiting for

CHAPTER TWENTY POV: Raina I stood out on the second-floor balcony of my house in the warm morning sun, resting my hands on the railing while watching Damon work diligently near the edge of my front yard, where he was busy repairing the garden fence that he had broken days ago during Raymond's shifting emergency. He had brought his own tool box over from across the street early in the morning, measuring the damaged sections, replacing the cracked posts with fresh material, and securing the main frame tightly without asking for any help or causing any noise that would wake up the kids. Reign was inside the kitchen preparing breakfast for Ruth and Raymond, and as I watched Damon wipe his brow with his sleeve while tightening a row of screws along the lower rail, a soft sense of appreciation washed over my mind because he was genuinely putting in real effort to fix his mistakes and make things right for our family. I turned around, walked back inside my bedroom, and went down the stai