Novel & Cerita The Hockey Star's Remorse

The air between us was electric, charged with a decade of pain and a fragile, desperate hope. “I was so in my head about that deal,” he said, his voice thick. “It’s falling apart, and it’s my fault, and I was trying to figure out how to fix it. I wasn’t dismissing you, sweetheart. I swear to God, I wasn’t. I was… I was trying to ask for a second to switch gears. But I didn’t use my words. I used the gesture of a man I hate. A man I thought I’d buried.” He closed the final distance between us. He didn’t touch me. He just stood there, letting me see the raw remorse in his eyes, letting me feel the heat of his body, the chemistry that always hummed between us now a low, mournful thrum.

"I wish I could forget. Those memories are simply too painful for me, yet every scar reminds me that I can't." Karina was about to continue, but Nicholas couldn't bear to listen any longer. His Adam's apple bobbed as everything he had planned to say before coming was swallowed back down by the weight of each scar. What else could he say? All the words he had prepared now boiled down to just one sentence. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I truly didn't know. I was deceived too." Karina felt even more disappointed. "You keep saying you've repented, but you still don't understand where you went wrong. Rowena is indeed despicable, but none of you are innocent either."

I got the truth out of him without having to say too much. I smiled, unable to help it. “Relax. I’m just checking.” He exhaled, long and shaky, finally dropping the tough-guy act. His shoulders sagged. “It hurts,” he admitted. Then, quieter—almost embarrassed—“…I was scared.” I looked at him. I became concerned. Too concerned for a stranger. “What do you mean scared?” He looked down. Like even the thought of it made him sad. “That it might be so bad, I would never have the chance to play hockey again.”

His eyes traced the road to the Arena. He reached for a sealed scroll, one that bore the wax insignia of an old enemy, and burned it in the fire. "Let the games begin," he said quietly, a twisted smile hidden behind his mask. The wind outside screamed louder, as if warning the world of what was to come. ****************************************** Sasha *** Still in her room with kael*** “ yes I was once into hockey but not anymore” I said keeping my face away from him. “ so what made you quit hockey "

"My Luna doesn't need my protection; she can handle those flies herself." "But I'm still really annoyed." He suddenly pinned me to the sofa, his wolf eyes reflecting my image. "So tonight, you're going to compensate me double." Before I could react, his kiss was already overwhelming me. Late at night, I snuggled in Damian's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat. "Damian." "Hmm?" "Caleb looked so pained today." Damian's hand tightened around my waist. "Are you feeling sorry for him?" "No," I shook my head. "I just think… he might truly regret it."

I shook my head and crouched in front of Dad. "Dad, I don't blame you. I've become a star now. When you miss me, just look up at the stars!" Dad’s tears poured down like a storm. Everything had finally become peaceful once more.

“For Alpha James Alkaar Bart Duskmere, steaming in the joy of his own victory, there was only one thing that he wanted to achieve.” “Where is your Alpha?” We heard him ask the survivors. It took a fifteen minute search, but the Alpha was soon caught hiding among them. He was slightly wounded by a burn on the face, which had made him difficult to identify. “Come out,” Alpha James barked, annoyed by the other wolf's timidity. The other did as he was told, and though he tried to put a brave face on it, he was terrified and it showed in the way his legs shook.

The heat drops, replaced by a wave of cold, bitter clarity. I am standing in the freezing wind, agonizing over a boy who is actively participating in a public charade with the girl trying to ruin my life. He gave Elise his jacket. He bought her an expensive dinner. He is letting her touch him in the center of the quad so everyone at North Bay University knows exactly who the hockey captain belongs to. I tear my eyes away from them, adjust my grip on my portfolio, square my shoulders, and force my legs to move. I don't look back. I don't let my wolf whimper. I bury the pain under a thick, impenetrable layer of ice.

Back in my dorm room, I sat on my bed, phone in hand, and eyes glued to it, reading the text I had composed to send to Vivianne. ‘I'm sorry about what happened, Vivianne. I would never do anything to hurt you. I've always genuinely liked you, and I cherished what happened between us… I'm sorry for the trouble that I caused you. I'll bring you back to Stormbridge Academy. I promise’ Just as I was about to send the text to Vivianne, dad's words echoed in my head. ‘Are you ready to give up your hockey career?’ My grip tightened on the phone, and I bit my lip hard.

I leaned into the microphone. "I... I have a statement," I began, my voice sounding hollow in the cavernous room. "Effective immediately, I am retiring from professional hockey. The failure tonight... It was mine alone. I have realized that I no longer have the heart or the commitment required to lead this team. I have let down the fans, my teammates, and the sport." The room erupted. Reporters were screaming questions, their voices a jagged wall of sound. "Lukas! Did you throw the game?" "Are the rumors about your father true?" "How can you walk away now?"