All Chapters of FIRST NIGHT WITH THE HOCKEY ALPHA : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LyraNick’s eyes narrowed as they locked on mine. “What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?” His hand reached toward me, worry etched in his brows.I froze. Nick still doesn't know that after that night I started seeing things..things that will happen in the future.So how could I tell him what I’d just seen? The blood at the corner of his mouth… the sign. That It meant death was coming for him. I couldn’t say it. So I forced a laugh and shook my head.“I was just staring at how handsome you look.” That wasn't partly a lie. Nick's always looking good.His ears flushed pink, and he looked down shyly. That was the first time I’d ever seen him shy. All because of my words. Something about it made me smile, though a heavy ache pressed in my chest.“You both should come and eat before the food gets cold,” Jasper’s voice cut in, snapping the moment.We sat down. Nick had cooked. I couldn’t wait to taste his food, not just because I was hungry, but because it was him.He pushed a dis

Lyra“Isn’t that…?” Nick's voice cracked as I tugged him away from the spot where Mirae had been. My chest felt tight, my head spinning. I kept replaying the image of her walking toward that silhouette, covered from head to toe. Who the hell was that?Nick’s grip on me was firm, grounding. His eyes searched my face, sharp with concern as we walked back. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.” His voice was steady, but his brows pinched, and I could tell he didn’t believe any answer I might give.“Yes, of course.” The lie slipped out on a sigh, my throat heavy. I tried to force a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. My chest still carried that sting of unease.“You are n—” Nick’s words cut short as we both turned. A wave of students burst down the hallway, running in every direction, their voices panicked and sharp.My heart leapt. “What’s going on?” I asked, panic rising in my voice.Nick pulled me close, his hand tight around mine. “It must be the cops,” he said quickly, scanning the chaos

MiraeMy whole body shook as I stood behind Damian. My hands were clammy, my knees weak, but I had no choice. To Lyra, I must have looked like a frightened girl caught in the wrong place, but deep down I knew the truth. I wasn’t who she thought I was. I had never been.Damian was my savior, or at least that’s what I was raised to believe. From the moment I was pulled into his world, I owed him everything, including my loyalty, my silence, and my body. The life Lyra thought I lived, the parents she thought I had, it was all a lie. Everything about me was crafted to make me fit into the role of his weapon.And Lyra… she was never just my friend. She was my mission.I remembered how it began. They said the Alpha was sick, cursed, dying. The prophecy spoke of a human girl who could save him. I volunteered before anyone else could. I wanted to be the one to find her. To earn her trust. To hand her over when the time came.So I did. I walked into her life like a gift, treated her like a sis

LyraThe arrow still burned across my cheek when a figure emerged from the shadows. A mask hid their face, but their hand grabbed mine and yanked me sideways.Damian’s head snapped toward us, fury exploding in his eyes. “Who the hell are you? Guards!” His voice cracked like a whip.I twisted, expecting soldiers to rush in, but the halls stayed silent. Not a single footstep.Damian roared, “Are you deaf? There’s an intruder!” His voice echoed, but no one came.The masked figure pulled me harder. My feet dragged against the bloody stone floor. This wasn't Nick, I could feel it. Then who the heck is this? Hope this person isn't a kidnapper? “Get them!” Damian bellowed again, but he didn’t move forward. His chest heaved, and I caught it—the weakness. He couldn’t run after us. He was very sick.The figure’s voice finally broke through, low but urgent. “Come on. All the guards are asleep. This is the only chance we have.”The sound of it struck me like lightning. I knew that voice.“Mirae…

LyraHis hand immediately reached out, stopping me.“Why—” the word barely escaped my lips.“Don’t.” His voice was sharp but soft at the same time, like he was holding something heavy back. He pulled the blanket over my body, covering me. “Let’s not do it.”I froze, staring at him in disbelief. My fingers gripped the fabric of the sheet, trembling. “What the heck is your problem?” I snapped, my voice rising with anger and shame. I shoved the blanket off me again, throwing my clothes down at his feet. “I’m offering myself to you, Nick! I’m right here. I’m begging to be used if that’s what it takes. And you—” my chest heaved, my voice cracked. “You don’t even want to accept? Are you that stupid?”I lunged forward, trying to kiss him, desperate to make him want me, desperate to help him forget his pain even for a second. But he caught my wrists, pulling me back roughly.“Stop it! Just stop it!” he snapped, his eyes flashing with something between anger and desperation.Tears spilled down