All Chapters of FIRST NIGHT WITH THE HOCKEY ALPHA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NickI had her pinned beneath me, her back pressed into the soft mattress, and my body caging her in. My breathing was ragged, uneven, as if I’d just sprinted miles. My chest rose and fell violently, my skin hot, burning with something I didn’t want to name.Her eyes were wide with fear.She wasn’t saying anything, but her silence screamed louder than any word ever could. Her lips trembled, her hands slightly shaking where they gripped the edge of the sheet. She was scared of me.I hated that.“Take off your clothes. Now!” The growl tore from my throat, low and guttural, a sound that didn’t feel human. Because it wasn’t.This wasn’t me.I wasn’t the monster hovering over a terrified girl.But the other side of me, the cursed side, had clawed its way to the surface. And now I was losing control.I’ve been like this since I turned eighteen. Now I’m twenty and running out of time.My mom, a werewolf, had fallen for another werewolf. My dad. but he left. and she remarried a human to hide

LyraNick walked toward me like he hadn’t just ripped my heart apart less than an hour ago. His steps were slow but confident, calculated even, like he was trying to pretend nothing had happened between us earlier. The closer he got, the tighter my chest became.Then, without warning, he placed one hand firmly on my shoulder and leaned down, pressing a kiss right on my temple, right in front of Jay.What?My eyes shot wide open as my breath caught in my throat. I could feel the heat of Nick’s lips still lingering on my skin. What was he doing? Was this some sort of claim? Was he… jealous? Or was this just a show?I dared a glance at Jay, trying to read his expression, but it was blank. The kind that hides a thousand thoughts. His arms were still crossed, his brows slightly raised, like he hadn’t expected this either. His gaze flicked between Nick and me, and I could see it, confusion. Maybe even something darker buried deep in his eyes.Nick’s voice came out cold, possessive. “See? Sh

Lyra“Get her!”His voice roared like thunder behind me.I didn’t look back.I just ran.My heart pounded against my ribs, thudding so loud I could barely hear my own breath. My legs ached, my lungs screamed for air, but I couldn’t stop. Not when I could almost taste the air of freedom.I had to get away from him, from that disgusting man who thought he could own me. Tie me down. No, not in this lifetime.The sharp sound of footsteps grew louder, pounding behind me like a stampede of demons. They were gaining on me. My vision blurred from panic, and just like that..I tripped.My knees hit the ground first, scraping harshly against the gravel. Pain shot up my leg. “Ouch—!” I gasped, gritting my teeth as I stumbled back up. Blood oozed from my knee, but I didn’t have time to cry or wince.I just kept running.Each step was agony now, but I forced my legs to move.Slower.Weaker.Until…Strong arms grabbed me from behind, yanking me backward like I was weightless. I screamed and kicke

LyraFor a moment, I just stared at the screen, completely still, my breath caught somewhere between disbelief and hope. My chest rose and fell as I read the message again and again. “Nothing was found. It’s a miracle. You’re healed.”I wanted to scream. To cry. To laugh. I almost jumped right there, joy pulsing through my veins like lightning.But then…Doubt whispered in the back of my mind.No… This can’t be real.How could it be? I’ve been on medication my entire life. I’ve lived inside the walls of clinics more than I’ve lived outside. I’ve watched doctors’ faces twist in pity. I’ve heard the word “terminal” too many times to count.Who would believe this?Who could?“Lyra?” Mirae asked gently, noticing the change in my expression.But I didn’t answer. My legs moved before my thoughts did. I pushed back from the table, chair screeching, and walked quickly, almost too quickly, out of the dining room. Mirae hurried after me, confused, calling my name.Jay and Nick both looked up,

Lyra“Or else what?” I challenged, tilting my head just enough for my hair to fall over my shoulder. My smirk lingered, sharp and deliberate. “Kiss me?”I locked my gaze on him, not blinking, letting my eyes burn into his like I could peel away every layer he tried to hide behind. I wanted him to feel cornered, wanted him to feel heat in the air between us. And for a second, I saw it, his guard slipping.But just as quickly, he released me and leaned back like I’d burned him. “I can’t do this. Get out! You and your little friend.” His tone was cold, flat. “My bad for being nice.”The whiplash was real, one moment intense, the next, ice-cold. The speed of his switch made my stomach knot, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.“Okay,” I said, my lips curling in a slow smirk. Because truthfully, I’d already won. He lied about not liking me, and now I had proof. I didn’t want him back, but oh, I wanted him to suffer.I reached for the door handle, but his voice came