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Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player Chapter One Hundred and Twelve
Kaidora's POVHe came.Zane actually came.I sit with my back against the cold stone wall, replaying his whispered words through the door. ‘Tomorrow night. We're getting you out of here.’Hope— fragile and terrifying— blooms in my chest. Hope I'd deliberately crushed down, convinced it would only make the end more painful. But now it's back, insistent and impossible to ignore.One more day. Twenty-four hours until rescue or disaster.The flickering bulb continues its steady rhythm, but now instead of counting down to death, it feels like counting down to possibility.Through the bond, I feel Zane's determination. He's not close anymore— back on the surface, probably planning with Warren and whoever else is helping. But the bond carries his emotions clearly. Love. Fear. Fierce protectiveness.He's really going to try to save me.The thought should bring pure relief. Instead, it brings a complicated mixture of hope and terror. Because what if they fail? What if Alpha Rowan catches them
Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player Chapter One Hundred and Eleven
Zane's POVThe tunnel entrance is exactly where Warren said it would be— hidden beneath the old groundskeeper's shed, covered by rotting floorboards that look like they haven't been disturbed in years.“This is it.” Warren pulls the boards aside, revealing the metal grate underneath. “Once we're down there, communication with the surface will be spotty. We stay together, we move carefully, and we don't take unnecessary risks.”I nod, my heart pounding so hard I'm sure he can hear it. Through the bond, I feel Kaidora— still terrified, still resigned to her fate. She has no idea we're coming. No idea that in just over twenty-four hours, we're going to get her out.Warren descends first, his flashlight beam cutting through the darkness below. I follow, my feet finding the metal rungs of a ladder that feels disturbingly unstable.The air changes as we go deeper— cooler, damper, with a musty smell that speaks of decades without maintenance. My wolf instincts rebel against the enclosed spac
Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player Chapter One Hundred and Ten
Warren's POVConnor's apartment has become our war room.By the time Zane returns from meeting with Amber, the coffee table is covered with hastily drawn maps, printed building schematics Connor managed to pull from city archives, and my own rough sketches of the tunnel system from memory.“Any luck?” Marcus asks as Zane walks in, looking exhausted.“Maybe.” Zane sinks into one of the mismatched chairs. “Amber's going through her grandmother's journals tonight. Looking for anything about curses, blood rituals, anything that might help us understand what we're dealing with.”“Understanding it doesn't help us stop it.” Devon's voice is pragmatic. “We need a way into those cells. Everything else is secondary.”“I know.” Zane scrubs a hand over his face. “What did you find while I was gone?”I gesture to the maps spread across the table. “Good news and bad news. Good news— there are at least three tunnel access points that could potentially lead to the sub-basement. Bad news— none of them
Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player Chapter One Hundred and Nine
Kaidora's POVTime moves strangely in the cell. Without windows, without any natural light, I've lost track of how many hours have passed since they took Zane away. It could be midnight. It could be dawn. The flickering bulb above gives no indication, just continues its steady, maddening flicker.Flicker. Flicker. Flicker.I've started counting them, started using the rhythm to keep myself from spiraling completely into panic.One thousand forty-three. One thousand forty-four. One thousand forty-five.Through the bond, I feel Zane. Distant but present. His emotions shift— fear, determination, frustration, hope. He's moving around, doing something. Planning something, maybe.But it doesn't matter. Whatever he's planning won't work. Alpha Rowan is too powerful, too careful, too in control of everything.And in three days, I'll be dead.The thought should terrify me. And it does, but underneath the terror is something else now. Something harder. Colder. Resignation mixed with rage.If I'
Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player Chapter One Hundred and Eight
Zane's POV Hope, fragile and desperate, flickers in my chest. It's not a perfect plan. It's barely a plan at all. But it's something. A possible path forward.Through the bond, I feel Kaidora's despair deepening, and I send every ounce of determination I have toward her.‘Hold on. We're working on this. We're going to get you out.’“What about the curse itself?” Marcus asks. “Even if we rescue Kaidora, your father is still dying. Still needs whatever cure he thinks her blood provides. He won't just let this go.”“No, he won't.” The grim reality settles over me. “Which means rescuing Kai is only the first step. After that, we need to get her somewhere Father can't reach. Somewhere safe.”“Somewhere outside pack territory.” Warren's expression is troubled. “Which means she'd be a rogue human in werewolf world. That's not exactly safe either.”“Safer than being drained for a ritual.” My voice is hard. “We get her out first, then figure out long-term safety second.”“And what about you?”
Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player Chapter One Hundred and Seven
Zane's POVThe drive to Connor's dorm feels like it takes forever and no time at all.Connor is Warren's friend from his freshman year, a wolf who'd quietly distanced himself from pack politics after his own father was exiled for questioning Alpha authority. He lives off-campus now, in a building that houses mostly humans and a handful of wolves who prefer anonymity to pack community.It's the perfect place to hide. To regroup. To plan something that feels increasingly impossible with every passing second.Through the bond, I feel Kaidora's terror cycling between panic and numb resignation. She's alone in that cell, probably thinking I've abandoned her. Probably thinking there's no hope left.“We're here.” Devon pulls into the parking lot of a modest apartment complex. Definitely not campus housing, this place looks like it was built in the seventies and hasn't been updated since.Warren is already texting as we climb out. “Connor's expecting us. He's clearing out his roommate for the
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