All Chapters of HOCKEY ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN AFFAIR: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Hu:Shit, I curse myself silently as Ginger’s face pales. How could I forget she was from the Red Pack? I try to steady myself in order to console her because there is no need for both of us to be fidgeting about this problem.“We are going with my brother and enough security.” I grab her hand, rubbing soothing circles on it. Her body relaxes a bit. “Besides, we won’t be staying there, and…” I lean in close to her. “Remember, I promised to protect you. You have my word, and I will not allow him to harm you, or even get close to you.”She looks at me with her face still drawn down.“It isn’t just about him hurting me. The pack holds a lot of memories, and…” she lets out a sigh, withdrawing her hand as she sinks back into the seat.I’m a fucking fool for letting this happen, I say to myself as I attempt to grab her hand again. She lets me.“Then we will make our exit as soon as possible,” I whisper, drawing her close to me.I close the space between us, snaking my arms around her waist

GingerIt’s been two days since we arrived in New York, and I’ve fallen in love with the inn Hu picked for us.It’s nothing like the big, flashy hotels in city brochures. It’s small, quiet, and tucked between a flower shop and a gallery with dusty windows. The air smells faintly of roses and old wood. Inside, the walls are painted in warm shades of cream, and the floral decorations are to die for. Pressed flowers in glass frames, dried lavender hanging by the windows, tiny potted plants on every sill.I like that no one rushes here. That mornings begin slow, with the scent of baked bread drifting from the little café downstairs. No one bats an eye when Hu and I come down laughing, still sleepy, still tangled in each other’s warmth from the night before.The little things in the city make me want to stay forever, but I know one mistake could shatter everything. This is our fairytale, but we’ll never be human, no matter how much we try.I’m lying on the bed now, cozying up to the soft s

THIRD PERSON’S POV:The chaos caused by a mere action of love is underestimated until Hiram’s phone rings on a cool night evening at his honeymoon at the Red Pack.“What the hell were you thinking?” Hollis barks at his younger brother, whose face scrunches up, and he takes his hands off his wife, Juniper, who is laying peacefully on the bed asleep.He gets to his feet, walking to the sitting room.“How could you let Hu go off like that with Ginger? We all know how unstable he can get sometimes, and…”“What are you talking about?” Hiram asks, heading to the door. “Hu is right here with me,” he protests as he knocks on the door. “Hu!” He calls out, then he gets the automated reply.“Hello Hiram, Ginger and I are fine. How are you?”Hollis sighs over the phone. “Then explain why he was caught in New York and is being transported back to the pack by the general in charge.”Hiram’s heartbeat drops at once, and it dawns on him he had been fooled. He ends the call and gets the attendant down

HU:My heart skips a beat as I hear a knock on the door. Ginger’s eyes widen, and I place a hand over her mouth to stop her from making a sound. If someone in authority catches the both of us, we would be in trouble. Yes, we are mates, but having sex on school grounds is definitely prohibited, and in here smells like sex.“Mr. Winter,” a female voice calls out from the hallway.My brows wrinkle as I recognize the voice. I clear my throat, sliding my hand off Ginger’s lips as I try to fake the janitor’s voice to drive Hana away.“What do you want?”“I need to clean the front of my locker, as someone decided this morning was the best time to spill coffee.” The fury in her voice is evident.“Come back in ten minutes, and I will be—”“I do not have ten minutes, Mr. Winter. Classes start in five minutes, and I need to make sure the front of my locker is sparkling!” She is almost yelling, sounding like the spoiled brat she has always been.“Just open the door for her,” Ginger whispers, and

GINGER:Hu’s muscular arms wrap around me, caressing my back softly as I cry into his chest. There’s been so much weighing on me, and those two weeks without him weren’t easy. I spent most of my days crying, thinking about my dad, everything I’ve been through. Also, I started cutting again.My mother doesn’t know. Half the time she’s asleep when I’m doing it, and hurting myself feels like the only thing I can control.I pull away, and he gently cups my face, wiping the mess of tears and snot with soft strokes.“It wasn’t my intention for you to see me like this. It’s just…” My chest rises sharply as I struggle to form words. “A lot has happened. And now, even the smallest things trigger everything inside me.”My voice is barely audible.“You can be whoever you need to be in front of me, love,” he says. “I don’t care what you look like. Your hair’s messy? I love it. Tears in your eyes? Mucus down your nose? You’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”He cups my cheeks in both