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Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha Chapter Thirty-Six
Elara**“You leave!” I yelled right back into his chest.“If you dare stay here tonight—” He took another step forward, closing the distance until I could feel the scalding heat radiating off his skin. The towel shifted precariously at his waist, and I threw my eyes up toward the ceiling so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. “—don’t fucking blame me for whatever happens to you.”The dark, gravelly way he said whatever happens made a sickening prickle run down my spine. My pulse spiked, my brain instantly generating a horror-movie list of worst-case scenarios.“I wouldn’t stay here if you paid me!” I seethed, taking a fast step backward toward the door. “Enjoy your room, psycho!”I spun on my heel and slammed the door behind me.My righteous fury lasted for approximately forty-five seconds down the silent corridor.Then, reality hit me like a bucket of ice water.I retraced my steps back to the main building, desperately searching the floor near the corner where Mr. Hulk had shoulde
Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha Chapter Thirty-Five
Elara**Why him? Of all the hundred of students in this now absolute hellhole of an Academy, why did it have to be Ian Nightshade?I didn’t realize I’d groaned out loud until he snapped.“That’s what I’d like to know.” His storm-grey eyes narrowed, raking over me like I was a parasite that had crawled under his door. “I saw your card earlier. It wasn’t red.”I blinked, my brain stuttering. “How do you even know what color my card was?”His jaw tightened. A flicker of something—annoyance? caught?—crossed his face before his icy Alpha mask slammed back into place. “Do not change the subject. Why are you in my room?”“Not that I owe you an explanation,” I snapped, planting my hands on my hips, “but I lost my original card and the admin office reassigned me. Trust me, being within ten feet of you was not on my bucket list today.”“How convenient.” He crossed his broad, bare arms over his chest—a ridiculously sculpted chest that I was aggressively making a point not to look at. “Lost you
Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha Chapter Thirty-Four
Elara**I collected the keys from the admin office without incident. A actual, honest-to-goddess miracle. The lady behind the desk looked like she’d been sucking on lemons all morning, but she processed the paperwork without comment and handed over the keys without even glancing up.I was practically skipping on the way back down the corridor. My fresh start was officially happening!CRASH.A shoulder like a solid slab of concrete slammed violently into mine.I stumbled backward, barely catching myself from doing a embarrassing backflip. The key flew out of my hands, scattering across the floor."Watch where you’re walking, SilverCrest trash."I groaned, crouching down to grab the cards and key, and looked up. Way, way up.The guy towering over me was built like a monster truck. Broad, muscular, and wearing a permanent sneer that made his ugly face look even worse.Alpha Reynolds. Future Alpha of IronFang. "Is it common for SilverCrest weaklings to be completely blind?" he snarled,
Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha Chapter Thirty-Three
Elara** Almost four hundred wolves were packed in the courtyard, split into four distinct groups—SilverCrest, IronFang, MoonVeil, and StormHowl. The architecture of the academy was medieval and towering. It looked like Hogwarts, assuming Hogwarts was run by hyper-competitive sociopaths who played brutal ice hockey on the weekends. The tension between the four packs was thick enough to choke on. Four Alpha families. Four territories. And an insane amount of lingering grudges from their last championship hockey match. “Oh my god, those guys are so hot!” Two girls from IronFang were practically vibrating as the twins walked past. I snorted under my breath. Hot. Sure. In the same way that a dumpster fire was hot—technically accurate, but you still didn’t want to get close to it. Sheila, our pack’s resident mean girl, came out of nowhere and crossed her arms, mouthing “back off” at them with the territorial ferocity of a stray cat guarding a trash can. The IronFang girls blinked
Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha Chapter Thirty Two
ELARAIt caught him squarely in the ribs. Ian let out a grunt, his grip faltering just enough for us both to lose our balance. We went down hard in a chaotic crash of limbs.The breath was knocked completely out of me as I hit the dirt.Suddenly, I was flat on my back, pinned under two hundred pounds of pure, muscle-bound Alpha. His arm was still locked like an iron bar around my waist. His head was buried right in the crook of my neck, his broad chest crushing mine, his long, heavy legs bracketing mine so tightly against the ground that I couldn't even bend my knees.“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” I shrieked, writhing frantically beneath him, pushing at his massive, rock-hard shoulders. “GET OFF!”Silence.The sickening bone-snapping had completely stopped. The erratic, violent rattling of his ribcage began to slow down.Ian seemed to realize it at the exact same time I did.His head lifted slowly from my neck, just enough for his eyes to meet mine. The gold flaring was gone. His grey eye
Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha Chapter Thirty One
ELARAThe full moon hung above the tree line, pouring silver light over the rows of weathered gravestones. I was sitting cross-legged in front of my father’s grave, talking to a piece of granite. Arden Lockwood. Beloved Warrior. Devoted Father. “I know. Me. At a combat academy. The wolfless girl learning to fight wolves. It’s going to be a disaster. You’d probably have something encouraging to say about it, like my daughter can do anything or show them what a Lockwood is made of. But we both know I’m made of anxiety and bad luck, so.”The stone stayed cold. Silent.“I wish you were here,” I murmured. “I wish Mom were—”A violent snap of wood made me freeze.Heavy, uneven footsteps were crushing the underbrush.Who the hell was out here when the rest of the pack was at the packhouse? I scrambled backwards, diving behind the thick trunk of a massive oak tree.I held my breath and peeked around the bark.My stomach dropped. I’d know that massive, broad frame anywhere.Ian Nightshade.H
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