Mated To The Ice Pack 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Naeva QuinnI must have dozed off while reading, because when my eyes fluttered open, I was lying sprawled across the cold marble floor. The book on hockey, the one I had promised myself I would finish that night, was wide open just inches from my face. My whole body felt frozen from sleeping on the floor.But then, something strange happened. The moment I noticed that I was cold and started shivering, it vanished immediately . I sat up quickly, blinking, pressing my palm to the marble again and it was still warm which was impossible. The floor never changed temperature, at least not like that.Astonishment flickered inside me, but my mind resisted the temptation to dwell on it. The last thing I wanted was to chase weird ideas when I was still half-asleep. Just then, I heard the door creak. My father stepped into the room with the faint scent of aftershave clinging to him. His eyes flickered over me, narrowing slightly as if he were trying to solve a puzzle. I couldn’t tell whether

THEOMy eyes locked on the guy standing at the doorway. Tall, a firm stance, a flat expression fitted into his face like stone. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just stood there, like he owned even the air we were breathing. I glanced back at Naeva. The moment I saw her expression, I knew, I could tell she knew him. Her eyes sharpened, her whole body went tense, like a string pulled too tight. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t a stranger to her. But whatever he meant to her, it didn't seem good.I kept my silence, waiting for one of them to speak again.“Do you not have a thing for privacy?” Naeva’s voice broke through the silence, sharp and piercing. “What the hell are you doing here?”The man didn’t move or shake. His reply came flat, calm, but with an edge that rubbed me raw. “Just doing my job.”Naeva’s jaw tightened. “I’d like to be excused.” Her words were stern, commanding like, but the fire in her tone only made the scene burn hotter.Was he her cousin or?The man didn’t move.“Ma

Naeva QuinnMy mind scolded me against it, yet my body whispered yes.I should have pulled back, but I couldn’t. His lips burned on mine. My chest rose and fell in jagged breaths, each one swallowed by the heat building between us.Instead, I lean even deeper and closer.Like it was right. Or was it?His hand grasped me hard, yanking me against him until there was no space. I gasped into his mouth, dizzy from how fast everything was moving.The wall behind me, his chest is at my front. But there was nowhere to escape to.My fingers were shaking but they wouldn’t let go of him. Every nerve in me screamed to clutch tighter..When he bent, lifting me effortlessly into his arms, my breath broke into keen fragments. I held him as he carried me. Each step thudded into my heart.. The door. The room. The tiled walls.And the bathroom.The air was colder inside, but his skin

Naeva QuinnThings were getting too difficult—far more serious than I had imagined. First, it was the howls I kept hearing at night, in dreams, always like warnings for just me. And now, a bite mark?“No…” I whispered into the silence, shaking my head, like denial could take the reality away. “I must find answers. If the boys won’t tell me, then I’ll find out by any means necessary. I can't be in the dark anymore."The room is still dark, shadows filling every corner like watchful eyes. I lit the small lamp on my desk, its glow was pale but stretched ahead of me. My phone blinked with the time—it was just past seven. A soft groan slipped from my lips. I was supposed to meet the boys for training, maybe even learn the rules as a new team member. How could I have let myself sleep through that?But it didn’t matter now. Only Answers mattered now.I pulled on a shirt and moved quietly, careful not to wake anyone. My footsteps were soft as I moved down the corridor, my phone flashlight clu

Naeva QuinnI opened my eyes gently. The world tilted, blurry, and my head throbbed like I had just had a hammer fight. I didn’t flinch or move at first, I just lay there, willing to breathe properly. Waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room.Shapes sharpened into those old familiar words, curtains drawn against the light outside. My chest rose and fell with forced breaths. Confusion pressed and the blankets were tucked around my body.My senses shifted, I recognised the house and perceived the old smell of the walls and papers, but how did I get here, and how long had I been there? On the bed.Then footsteps started approaching.A silhouette moved near the doorway, walking into the bright space. My eyes followed, straining, until the familiar form of a broad chest came into focus.“Jax…” I breathed, relief slipping in my chest. I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my skull, f