Noah’s POV
Everything around me turned blurry. The sound of the crowd, the sharp scent of the rink, the echo of sticks hitting the ice — it all felt distant, meaningless, washed away in a haze of disbelief.
We’d barely rejected her. Barely walked away from what we’d once sworn to protect.
And she’d already moved on — with him.
Julian Romero.
Of all people.
The image was burned into my mind like a scar I couldn’t rub out — Julian’s hand gripping the back of her neck, his mouth crashing into hers, the entire arena going silent for a beat before erupting in cheers. I’d never felt something tear through me that violently before — not even when we’d made the decision to reject Aliona. That kiss had been like a slap across the face, a taunt, a message that screamed: She’s not yours anymore
