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43. Red Ribbon
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2026-04-04 15:01:17
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My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha 43. Red Ribbon
Jack's POV I haven’t even been asleep for thirty minutes when a scream slices through the room like metal tearing through fabric.My eyes snap open.For a moment, I don’t recognize the ceiling above me. It’s grey, stained at the corners, blurred by exhaustion. My head feels stuffed with cotton and gravel. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. Every muscle in my body protests against the thin mattress beneath me.Morning light leaks through the half-drawn curtains, pale and weak, as if it’s reluctant to witness the state of this room.Then I hear it again.A frustrated groan.I push myself up slowly, palms dragging over my face, trying to peel sleep from my eyes.Cody stands in the center of the room like a man surveying a crime scene.His face twists in disgust.My heart sinks before I even look around.Papers litter the floor in crumpled islands. Empty water bottles roll lazily near the wall. Food wrappers cling to the carpet. My laptop lies open and abandoned like it collapsed
My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha 42. The Fight
Catherine's POV Clinton suddenly pulls away from the hug. He wipes his face with his hands, sniffing hard. “I’m sorry.”Sorry for crying.My heart aches.I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder. “There’s no need to be sorry." My fingers press lightly, but my heart aches seeing him like this, wet and vulnerable, so unlike the confident boy he usually pretends to be.He nods once, then turns as if he’s about to leave. I step in front of him, blocking his way. “Where are you going?”The rain is still pouring outside, drenching everything.Typical Clinton. Always hiding his pain. Always pretending he’s fine when he’s not. I roll my eyes. My gaze catches the uniform and towel lying on the ground. I walk over, pick them up, return to him, and hold them out. “Here. You need to change into this.”His expression shifts, like I just told him to die. He lifts the uniform between two fingers, looking at it like it’s a foreign object. “This? You want me to wear this?”“Yes,” I say firmly. “
My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha 41. When the Rain Brought Him Back
Catherine's POV Five more minutes. That is all that stands between me and freedom.The digital clock above the counter blinks 8:55 p.m. My feet hurt and my brain feels like mashed potatoes. Today has drained me.Then the sky completely loses it.Rain crashes down outside like someone just tipped a whole ocean over the street.I freeze, staring through the glass door. Mouth open.“Oh, come on.” Arms fold tight over my chest. Of course. Right now. Right when I’m about to leave. My life has a cruel sense of humor.Great. Now I have to find that stupid umbrella.I lock the register, grab my bag, and head to the staff room. I start changing out of my uniform, tugging it over my head..then stop.My eyes land on the chair.And there it is.My umbrella. Just sitting there like it planned all this.“Thank God.” I snatch it up, clutching it like a prize. Seriously about to face that rain like a sad movie character with nothing.I pull on my dress, zip it up. But my thoughts betray me. Like a
My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha 40. Betrayal in Blood
Clinton’s POVTears burn my eyes as I stagger outside. My chest tightens. I barely take two steps before my stomach twists violently.I bend forward, vomiting onto the ground.My body shakes as everything inside me comes rushing out. My hands brace against my knees as I gag, throat burning, eyes watering. Tears drip down my cheeks, mixing with sweat and vomit.I cannot breathe. I cannot think. It feels like my soul is leaving my body, not just my stomach.Footsteps rush toward me“Clinton!” Richard’s voice breaks through the noise in my head. He grabs my shoulder, steadying me before I fall flat on my face. “Are you okay?”Okay?I throw up again, laughing between heaves.Is that a joke?I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and laugh again, breathless and shaking. “Okay?” My voice is hoarse.My own father ordered my assassination. My own blood. The man who gave me life tried to take it away. And Richard asks if I’m okay?I straighten slowly, legs weak beneath me. I pull a handkerch
My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha 39. The Man Who Ordered My Death
Clinton’s POVThe walls are grey concrete. The floor is wet and dirty. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, swinging slowly, dragging long shadows across the room.I snap my fingers once.That’s all it takes.Richard nods and bends down, gripping the bucket filled with dirty water. The metal scrapes softly against the floor as he lifts it, then tips it forward.The water crashes over the man tied to the chair.He jerks violently, sucking in air like someone pulled from a grave. Water mixed with blood slides down his face, dripping from his chin onto the filthy floor. His cheeks are swollen and red, one eye nearly sealed shut.I later find out his name is Derrick.Right now, he’s just the bastard who tried to kill me.His chest heaves.He chokes.Coughs.Then his eyes snap open.The instant they land on me, his body locks up. His breathing halts for a second. His hands tremble against the ropes.Perfect.I tilt my head, watching him struggle to breathe. “Welcome back. I was starting t
My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha 38. The Woman in Black
Catherine's POV I suck in a sharp, desperate breath…like I’ve been drowning and someone finally dragged me back to air.My eyes snap open. Oh my God. I’m alive.Relief blooms for a heartbeat. Then terror claws up my spine. Where is Clinton?I push myself up…and freeze.Trees. Endless, towering, suffocating. My heart hammers so hard I think it might tear through my ribs.“I’m… in the woods?” The words are barely a whisper, brittle and shaking.Cold fear coils through me. Leaves crunch under my shoes as I stumble to my feet, brushing dirt off my skirt with trembling hands.How did I get here?My head hurts. My memories are fragments, broken like shattered glass. I remember Clinton shouting. I remember trying to move, my legs glued to the ground. I remember fainting. Then nothing.Clinton Blunt might be a lot of things…annoying, dramatic, ridiculously handsome…but he wouldn’t…couldn’t…play a prank like this. Right?My lips part. “Cl…”A growl shreds the air behind me.Another growl. The
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