Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crushed On The Rink: Falling For My Coldest Enemy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lena's POV I should have stayed gone. Anyone else would have But the scholarship? That was my only hope to living. So the next morning, I was back at the rink, the guy who helped me up gave me basic gears, said it was okay for a beginner.I matched in like I wasn't walking to my execution, trying my best to look confident, Coach Lucien didn't greet me, he barely acknowledged me. I ignored the cold behaviour and dropped my bags before returning to the rink, I was thankful I could at least skate, growing up I liked the ice and that made me learn it once I had the opportunity to.It wasn't a total disaster only that I no longer liked it, it reminded me of so many memories I'd love to keep away. One of which included a broken finger, I winced before shaking my head to clear the memories.Warm-ups started and I was slower than the others, my shoulders stiff and I was more focused on staying on my feet than on the puck. Halfway through, I fumbled a pass, missed it completely instead of

Lucien's POV I watched as Lena dropped to the floor but not before I saw the flash of her eyes. The boys froze and a deep hush seemed to drop on everyone.I recovered quickly and rushed towards her, "Call for an ambulance!!!" I yelled on top of my voice. One of the guys glided off the ice to call while the rest surrounded me, shock and fear on their faces.She was cold and wasn't breathing, I checked her pulse and my heart skipped a beat. I wasn't supposed to let her practice just yet, I swore underneath my breathe as I carried her, she weighed so little compared to her frame, I glided off and waited for the guys to pull of my skating shoes before racing to the exit "Please, please" I begged the moon goddess. This wasn't about to end before I even got a chance to find her. My wolf growled within me like a wounded animal.I would have wondered why but i couldn't, the ambulance arrived before I got to the front, I placed her on the stretcher and joined them in the bus. They zoomed off

Lena’s POVLucien’s voice cracked through the room like a whip. He stood by the window, moonlight painting his shoulders in silver, his eyes too sharp, too knowing. My mouth went dry. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” His words were soft but laced with steel. “What are you?”A laugh almost broke out of me, half hysterical, half furious. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Why are you here, Lucien? Why won’t you tell me what’s happening to me?”His jaw worked, muscle flickering as if he were chewing down something dangerous. “Because you’re safer not knowing.”“Safer?” My voice rose, brittle. “I woke up in a hospital bed with no bruises after nearly dying. Everyone stares at me like I crawled out of my grave. Don’t tell me it's safer.”For a heartbeat, silence stretched between us. Then his eyes flickered, once, gold cutting through human brown before snapping back. I froze. “Your eyes…”“It does not matter.” His voice was harsh, but his hands curled at his sides, like holding som

Lena’s POVLucien’s whistle tore through the rink. “Off the ice now. The sound cut into me sharper than any blade. I skidded to a stop, teeth clicking, chest heaving. For once, my legs had listened. My balance had held. I hadn’t fallen. My lungs burned, but it wasn’t from weakness, it was from fighting harder than I’d ever fought.And still—dismissed.Lucien didn’t even look at me. He stood there, tall and cold, his voice flat as stone. “Weights at six. Film at seven. Go.”The boys groaned as they skated off, blades hissing across the ice. Some threw me pitying glances. Others looked annoyed, like my presence was dragging them all down. Kiera came last, shoulders back, chin high, her smirk like a knife she didn’t bother to hide.I ripped off my helmet with shaking hands. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger, pale, hair stuck to my forehead, eyes bright like I’d swallowed lightning and it wanted a way out.“Nice save out there,” one of the defensemen muttered as he passed,

Lucien’s POVI stood in the shadow of the doorway, watching. I hadn’t planned to come here. I’d told myself I’d stay away, let her rest, let her recover, let her forget me. But my wolf didn’t believe me. He had been restless all day, pacing inside me like a caged animal. And when I caught Collins’s scent, mixed with hers, near the arena, I couldn’t hold him back anymore.The moment I saw Lena step onto the ice, my chest locked. She was careful, too careful, skating like she was holding herself back. To anyone else she looked nervous, unsteady maybe, but I could see the truth. Her edges cut too clean. Her recovery was too sharp. She was already changing. Her body wasn’t just healing, it was showing.My wolf rumbled low inside me. She’s showing herself. They’ll see. They’ll take her.I clenched my fists and kept to the shadows, forcing myself to watch. Collins skated close, steadying her when she wobbled, his hand brushing hers as if he had a right. My wolf’s growl almost slipped free.