All Chapters of FATED TO THE HOCKEY STARS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

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Chapter 11

Anna POVThe first thing I noticed after the final buzzer wasn’t the cheering.It was Enid.She stood up so abruptly that her seat snapped back with a sharp crack, the sound swallowed instantly by the roaring stadium. Her face was blotchy, eyes glassy and wild, makeup smeared like she’d been crying longer than anyone realized. She wasn’t screaming anymore. She wasn’t posturing.She was breaking.I watched her clutch her coat around herself as if she were cold, even though the stadium was overheated with bodies and noise and triumph. Her gaze flicked once—just once—toward the ice, toward Ryder, toward me.The look in her eyes wasn’t hatred.It was devastation.She turned and pushed through the crowd, shoulders shaking, knocking into people who barely noticed her. No one stopped her. No one followed. The cameras didn’t care.Not anymore.“Anna?” Henry’s voice reached me gently. “You okay?”I nodded, though my chest felt tight, crowded with too many emotions pressing against my ribs. Gui

Chapter 12

Henry’s POVThe locker room doors closed behind us, muting the roar of the stadium into something distant and unreal. For a moment, it was just the echo of our footsteps and the sharp smell of sweat, ice, and adrenaline.Then someone shouted.“We did it!”And just like that, the room exploded.Music blared from a speaker Kyle must’ve smuggled in. Jerseys were ripped off and flung across benches. Someone popped a bottle—champagne, I realized distantly—and foam sprayed across the tiled floor.Victory always felt loud.But tonight, it felt… fuller.Anna stood just inside the doorway, frozen in place like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to cross the threshold. Liam’s jacket still hung off her shoulders, sleeves covering half her hands. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everything—the noise, the chaos, us.She looked small there.Not weak.Just… new.I moved toward her before I consciously decided to.“You okay?” I asked.She startled slightly, then nodded. “Yeah. Just… I didn’t e

Chapter 13

Anna’s POVThe celebration didn’t end all at once.It faded.Like music turned down slowly instead of cut off—voices lowering, laughter stretching wider but quieter, energy melting into something warm and heavy. The locker room had emptied, the team scattering into smaller groups, some heading out, some lingering with tired smiles and flushed faces.I sat on the edge of a bench, Liam’s jacket still wrapped around me, watching the brothers talk among themselves a few feet away.Kyle leaned against a locker, phone in hand, probably texting someone he absolutely shouldn’t be texting at this hour. Tyler stood with his arms folded, posture relaxed but alert, eyes flicking occasionally toward the door. Henry sat on another bench, towel draped over his shoulders, his gaze thoughtful. Liam stood at the center of them all, effortless as ever, like gravity bent toward him naturally.They looked… whole.Together.And somehow, impossibly, I had been folded into that picture tonight.“Ready?” Liam

Chapter 14

Anna's POVThe morning air at Willow-Hills feels different.Not colder. Not warmer. Just… charged. Like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to snap.I feel it the moment I step onto campus.Whispers skim across the quad like startled birds, rising and falling in hushed waves. Heads lean together. Phones are out. Names flicker in conversations I’m not part of but somehow at the center of.“Did you hear—”“They’re still here—”“No way, I thought they left—”I keep my chin up and walk.That part is new.A week ago, I would have folded in on myself, shoulders rounded, eyes glued to the ground, pretending I didn’t hear the murmurs trailing me like shadows. But something about last night—about the stadium lights, the cameras, the way four impossible figures closed around me like I belonged there—changed the way my spine holds itself.Still, my stomach knots.Because every whisper feels sharp. Directed. Loaded.I reach my locker and spin the dial, hands steady even though

Chapter 15

Anna’s POVI didn’t wait for the bell.The moment the assembly ended, I stood so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. Heads turned. Whispers followed. I didn’t care. My heart was pounding too hard, my thoughts crashing into each other in a frantic rush that left no room for embarrassment.They never planned to leave.The words repeated in my head like a curse as I pushed through the auditorium doors and into the hallway, the noise swallowing me whole. Students flooded out behind me, buzzing, excited, feeding off the announcement like it was the best kind of chaos.“Did you see their faces?”“They’re staying the whole year—”“Anna Moon is literally sitting with them—”I clenched my jaw and kept walking.I knew exactly where they’d go. The same place powerful people always went when they didn’t want an audience.Behind the school.The narrow stretch of land tucked between the science wing and the old equipment shed had always been quiet. Forgotten. A place where secrets breat

Chapter 16

Anna POVThe hallways of Willow-Hills High buzzed with the usual Monday morning chaos—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, gossip ricocheting from wall to wall—but all of it blurred into white noise for me. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the weekend, especially the part where the Winterveil quadruplets had made me feel like I belonged… like I had power… and then shown me just how deep I was in their game.I found Louisa waiting for me at the far end of the corridor, leaning against the wall with her phone in one hand and a coffee in the other. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.“Anna! Spill! Did you survive the weekend? Because from the looks of your face, it seems like someone just ran you through a blender.”I groaned, dropping my bag to the floor and sinking onto the bench next to her. “Survive?” I muttered. “Try being mentally enslaved by four ridiculously handsome, terrifyingly smart, manipulative quadruplets.”Louisa raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of her cof

Chapter 17

Anna’s POVBy Wednesday, I understood something unsettling.I was never alone.It wasn’t obvious at first. It didn’t feel like someone breathing down my neck or following me step for step. It was subtler than that. Smarter.Calculated.But once I noticed it, I couldn’t unsee it.It started in the morning.I arrived at school earlier than usual, determined to carve out a few minutes of peace before the hallways filled. The sky was still pale gray, dew clinging to the grass, the air cool enough to bite at my skin. I liked mornings like that. Quiet. Predictable.Safe.I had just opened my locker when I sensed it—that prickle along the back of my neck, the feeling of being observed.I didn’t turn immediately. I refused to give in to paranoia.But then I caught the reflection in the thin metal surface of my locker door.Henry.He stood at the end of the corridor, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. Not looming. Not approaching. Just… there.Watching.When our eyes met in the reflection,

Chapter 18

Anna POVThe first thing I learned about being watched was that it never started with fear.It started with silence.The kind that fell over a hallway when you walked through it.The kind that stretched too long behind your back.The kind that felt deliberate.By the time Enid cornered me in the restroom, I had already felt the shift in the air that day. Whispers followed me from class to class. Teachers paused before calling my name, as if weighing something unspoken. Students who had ignored me for years suddenly tracked my movements like I had grown fangs overnight.And the Winterveil brothers?They were everywhere.Liam leaning against lockers.Tyler seated two rows behind me in Literature.Mason crossing the courtyard just as I stepped outside.Always near.Never obvious.Always watching.It was suffocating in a way that felt intentional.So when I pushed open the restroom door during lunch, desperate for five minutes alone, I should have known it wouldn’t last.The door clicked

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