(Lena’s POV).
This was what I wished—a deafening roar of applause erupted from the crowd, their cheers filling the air like a wave of energy that surged through my aching body.
My heart still hammered in my chest, but it wasn’t from fear or pain anymore—it was from the rush of victory.
For the first time, I wasn’t the object of their mockery. I had landed a goal, and the thrill of that accomplishment flooded my senses.
One by one, most of the hockey players who had been against me moments ago skated over, patting me on the back and grinning.
“Nice shot, Lena!” one of them called out, his voice laced with genuine surprise.
“Guess you’re not as weak as we thought,” another chimed in, nodding his approval.
They didn’t call me with ‘Omega’ again, but my name, and it was so good to he
