Rejected and Reborn: The Hockey Alpha's Regret

Aur

ephyron's bruised knuckles, watchi

yes were locked on the empty ice

urself too hard, Z

key jersey. "The finals are next week, Aurelia. My father is c

shift in his voice, every shado

ught his anger when the rest of the pack e

d left the academy, I was the one who sat on the floor of

the memory, but

king my head spin. I stumbled slightly

gile presence in my m

rel

ching out to catch my waist. His grip was warm

kly, forcing a small sm

nst my hip. "Did you take the suppr

st my natural constitution. They told

back to the ice. "Good. You need

en when he held me, it felt like a part of his soul was still

riend, stood quietly, his arms crossed over his chest. His

osed it, simply shaking his head and walking out. He alway

the grand corridor of the a

strong, you were prey. And if you didn't have a

nging onto the arm of the futu

group of girls standing by the lockers. "

ering to lower her voice. "As soon as Lunar Crest is over, he'll realize a

lap to my face. My fingers tight

ourting me for two months now. He asked me

ill got to a terrified part of

ling me out of the hallway

usin. Her green eyes were swimmin

es-thrown, taking my hands. "Your hands are free

lia. It's jus

esperate, protective anger. "You are killing yourself for him. You spend every night manag

sing defensively. "Everyone is going to be there. The elders,

ustrated breath, d

rst choice. Not the girl who was always there when his

ully against my ribs. "She transferred out of the acade

r a long moment, a de

t to see you brea

*

her words echoing li

ho was alw

all I w

imes he would call me at two in the morning, his voice thick

ing the brutal rules of the academy

ed her, how she was his entire world, while m

because I loved him too

yes to me. He had looked at me with a soft, tired expression and said,

the anchor I held onto whenever the fatigue

ike an annoyance, an inconvenient glitch in a high-status pack. But

khouse, the chill of the eve

unar Crest event. The bi

e whispers would stop. The hierarchy would have to accept me. I

, a formal white envelope w

ath hi

ers trembling as I tore the gol

rative itinerary for the Lunar Crest Night, issued directly fr

the opening speeches and the hockey commendations until th

and Presentation of the Future Alpha Ma

d to burn brigh

a sudden sob of pure, overwhe

t lied to me. He was

oose me in front o