Forbidden Bond on Ice: OFF-LIMITS with my Hockey Nemesis

SERAPH My mother is f*****g my boyfriend on Dad's death anniversary. Her moans stabbed my heart like a knife. I stared blankly, hoping it was my imagination. But no. This was real. This was happening. Mum moaned like a motherfuckin w***e in heat, and Jackson — the only man who ever accepted me, wolfless as I am — thrust into her like a s*x deprived bastard. Just last week I introduced him to Mum. She smiled, approved, and acted like she gave a damn. Today was my father's death anniversary. I’d skipped prom to honor him, locked myself upstairs, starving. I thought Mum would at least hold off her s*x spree for one day. I guess I was wrong. “Make me c*m…yes, faster. I'm cumming,” Mum cried. I clenched my fists, and gritted my teeth at her shamelessness. Above the sofa hung my beloved father's photo frame. His Alpha silver eyes— the one I had inherited, stared back at me. Tears struck my eyes for the first time today. “M…Mum” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why are you doing this?” Jackson had never even kissed me, no matter how much I initiated it. Did he secretly love older women? Has he always? Mum's always-horny wolf demanded she have s*x daily. But with my boyfriend? She'd never been a caring mother. I could understand if it were to be another person. But this... Jackson raised his head. He didn't notice me, just my father's picture frame looming above as he thrust. “f**k, you're so sweet, Gracey.” My world crumbled. He looked at my dead father face while f*****g my mother. A blast of heat hurt me like a slap. But she didn't care. She moaned. “Make me feel 18 again, baby boy. Harder….” I almost fell but caught myself on the doorframe. “You two are disgusting.” My voice came out weak but loud enough to make them stop and finally acknowledge my presence. Jackson flinched, but Mum stopped him with an angry smile, her eyes firing daggers at me. “What are you doing there?” I pressed harder against the wall, tears streaming, struggling to stay upright. My breath came ragged through blurry vision. “How could you do this to me?” I looked up at Dad. “And to him?” Her eyes froze in shock, obviously surprised I could even talk. “Sera—” “Dont!” My whole world crumbled. “Don't mention my name with those lips.” Jackson scrambled to his feet, coming to me like I was still the lovestruck girl who blushes like a moron whenever he is near. “Babes, I… I can explain.” “Explain? Sleeping with my mother, Jackson — you want to explain?” Rage consumed my voice. “I hate you.” “Get out of here first.” Mum didn't sound remorseful or apologetic. But she wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Mum… I should leave?” “Get out of here, Sera!” She finally looked up — guilty, embarrassed, and shameful. I didn't see my mother— I saw a guilty woman who would never admit it. A wolf in heat who needed s*x or else she’d go feral. “Alright.” I nodded through the pain. “I'll leave you two to it” Jackson reached out to hold me back, but I walked past them, blinded by tears. **** When I came back downstairs, they'd stopped. Jackson spoke. “You can go to school. Tonight’s prom.” I hissed without looking back. I wished I had somewhere else to go. But after dad died, I only had Mum and Jackson. Now I had no choice but to go to school. Making sure I avoided the class queen bees, I slipped past the main building towards the school stadium where no one would come at this hour. I needed peace. Not chaos. The stadium was cool, overlooking the football field and the hockey rink. A step toward the football side, I caught two students making out. “Motherfuckers,” I hissed, then moved to the hockey side, far away from them. The whole world felt like a tiny little hole as I walked towards the rink. At least no one would be here. By the time I got there and relaxed, it felt like I was free — for a second, I felt okay. But then — “I will not get married. Tell the woman you arranged to leave. I will not look at her!” I guess I wasn't free yet. Heaving a sigh, I attempted to leave but the voice I just heard dropped to an exhausted low growl. “Huh.” I stopped. Did he stomp on something? “f**k, this is painful” the voice sounded desperate. Instinct pushed me forward. I couldn't just leave someone in pain. Not tonight. Wiping my eyes so I could see clearly through the dim lights, I moved towards the voice. The growl continued. I wondered what it was. “Hello? Do you need help?” It stopped. I was now in the middle of the rink, far from the seats. I couldn't see who was there — yet, but my skin crawled with dread. This was scary, but he needed help. “Hello?” Louder now. “Do you need help?” Then silence. Like no one's ever been there. “Don't be scared. I just….just wanted to help.” “Arggh.” He couldn't suppress it anymore. The person emerged slowly from behind the net, standing before me like a giant. I couldn't see his face well, but his jersey showed he was from our school hockey team. I slowly reached out. “Does it hurt?” No answer. “I'm sorry if I startled you. I was just trying to…” The light flipped on with a click. I squeezed my eyes shut against the harsh glare. But when I opened them, the man I saw before made me stagger. The undisputed Hockey Coach. The youngest teacher in school and the one I hated the most for no reason I could ever name. Or maybe because he looked through me like I didn't exist. “Coach Jethro?” He stood there as I called his name. Fear thumped in my chest. This man was no nonsense. He could even get me expelled right now if he wanted. “I think you needed help,” I said in a rush. “I… I’ll leave now.” I turned shakily. Everything that had happened before — Mum, Jackson, all of it — temporarily forgotten. Getting away from this monster mattered now. But something held me back. A warm, strong, and commanding hand pulled me before I could move an inch. “Don't go.”