Novel & Cerita Captain Swan Fanfiction

Chapter 4 ... **Elena** My chest burned with a dull, crushing ache. If I'd let my emotions take over, I would've slapped Killian across the face, screamed at him, and exposed everything he'd done. But what would be the point? Who would've believed me? I was Elena Swan; the stupid blonde hopelessly obsessed with Killian — the girl who would do anything just to stay by his side, even if it meant becoming nothing more than his plaything.

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.

I had never voluntarily attended a hockey game in my life, and now here I was. The team came out for warm-up and the noise level jumped and I scanned the ice automatically, found him without meaning to. Number seven, captain's C on his chest, moving like the ice was his natural state, which apparently it was. He skated with a different quality than the others, not faster necessarily, just more certain. Like he and the ice had an agreement. My wolf sat up. Stop it, I told her. She sat up further. I looked away and scanned the stands. Three rows back, slightly right and Skylar was there, in a red dress, Hayden Crosswell beside her, her eyes already moving across the rink with that particular p

“So I can stay!” The Captain whips his head to stare at her for a second before returning his eyes to me. “You are hereby disenrolled, Sinclair,” the Captain growls, still livid with me for thinking I could just show back up and everything will be fine. “We can discuss your continued enrollment after you’ve...” he stumbles for the words, his eyes moving down to my belly. “Produced the children…” I sigh, tilting my head to the side, not letting his anger and his commands ruffle me. After all, we’ve had time to prepare for this.

“Sure? I think you should recheck if I'm bleeding or something. Isn't that your job as a doctor?” I swallowed, biting the insides of my cheeks in utter frustration. I'm too frustrated, have been for a while. This is a new one for my diary. I'll head it as: ‘Dear diary, the hockey captain I want to fuck.’ Maybe then I would forget about Easton fucking Carter. “Leave. I'm busy, and you're a distraction.” “How?” He moved closer, too close, that his lips almost touched mine. Our breaths became raspy, moving in an odd rhythmic flow.

he said calmly, as if they’d simply finished a conversation, “let’s go get on that plane, baby.” I rose on unsteady legs. There was no fight left in me, no fire, no plea. Just the hollow obedience of a girl who had finally learned what it meant to be his captive heart.

I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings. My thoughts spun wildly, haunted by the face behind that cage helmet. I sucked in deep breaths, though none seemed to be enough. This had to be a dream. I refused to believe that this was my life because I’d done everything possible to avoid this moment. Jameson’s deal with Coach Stetson was supposed to save me from him. How could the universe be this cruel? “If you’re looking for a playmate, Malachar, look closer. You’re the only kid in the room.” I crossed my arms despite my erratically beating heart. “So return my kit. Now.”

“This isn’t just one—” “No,” the captain confirmed calmly. “It never is.” Panic clawed its way up my chest. “Johanis—there’s too many—” “I know.” His grip on me tightened slightly. “But they’re not touching you or Lily.” The certainty in his voice should have comforted me. But it didn’t. Because I could feel it. He wasn’t sure.. Not completely. And that terrified me more than anything else right now. “They’re drawn to her, both your mate and sister.” the captain continued.

Holden laughed and nuzzled my nose, agreeing. However, the next day, everything changed. He glared at me and told me to leave, saying my touch made him sick. From then on, he was cold toward me. Later, he brought Swelina home, saying she was his fated mate and future Luna. The storage room door was locked, and it was pitch black inside. A fire of pain burned through my stomach, reminding me of last night. Memories of prison clawed back. There, there was no day or night—only endless torment.