(Lena’s POV).
“Thank you!” I said, happily.
The moment Kai passed the puck to me, my heart pounded wildly. This was my chance—my only chance—to prove that I wasn’t some weak, pathetic Omega who didn’t belong here.
My gloved fingers clenched tightly around my stick as I swiftly maneuvered the puck, pushing forward toward the goal.
I barely made it a few strides before a massive force collided into me.
A loud c***k rang in my ears as my body was sent flying across the ice. The impact stole the air from my lungs, and for a moment, the world blurred.
My skates failed me as I slid helplessly, scraping across the ice until I skidded to a stop just outside the rink.
Laughter erupted from the crowd, sharp and merciless.
“Looks like the Omega thought she could actually play,” someone snee
