All Chapters of Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ANTALYA'S POVMy heart hammered against my ribcage as the taxi pulled up to our modest family home. The twelve-hour flight from California had left me exhausted, but adrenaline coursed through my veins, pushing all fatigue aside. My mother's hysterical phone call still echoed in my ears—Dad had been in a terrible accident. Critical condition. Come home immediately.I stumbled out of the taxi, barely remembering to grab my luggage before rushing toward the front door."Mom! Dad!" I called out, bursting inside.The sight that greeted me stopped me cold. My father sat at our kitchen table, looking perfectly healthy aside from what appeared to be a fresh bruise on his face. No hospital bed. No critical injuries. Just him, drinking coffee with a haunted expression, while my mother wrung her hands nearby."What the hell is going on?" My voice came out as a strangled whisper. "You said Dad was dying!"Mom stepped forward, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Antalya, sweetheart—""No!" I shoute

ANTALYA'S POVI stared at my reflection, rehearsing the lines I'd practiced all night. The girl in the mirror looked haggard, with dark circles under her eyes, but determination blazed in her gaze. This performance had to be convincing. My life depended on it.When Mom unlocked my door that morning, I was sitting calmly on my bed, hands folded in my lap."I've been thinking," I said softly, keeping my eyes downcast in a show of submission that made my wolf bristle with rage.Mom paused, suspicion written across her features. "About what?"I swallowed my pride, forcing the words out. "About my responsibility to this family. About... accepting my fate."The hope that bloomed on her face made my stomach turn, but I pressed on."If I must meet Alpha Dominic today, I want to at least look presentable." I glanced up, injecting vulnerability into my voice. "Could I visit Lunar Parlour before he arrives? Just to get my hair done, maybe a manicure? If I'm to be... his... I should at least look

Antalya/Lance POVThe dormitory hallway stretched endlessly before me, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows as I dragged my pathetic duffel bag. Room 312. My heart hammered against the tight bandages binding my chest.Please be empty. Please give me one fucking moment to breathe.The scent-concealing potion burned through my veins like liquid fire, reminding me of everything I'd sacrificed to escape. My shorn hair felt like phantom limbs, and every step in these masculine clothes was a performance I wasn't sure I could sustain.The key card beeped. The door swung open.And there he was.Broad shoulders filled out a gray t-shirt, golden hair catching the afternoon light like some sort of angel. When he turned around, I nearly choked on my own breath."Well, well," he said, those devastating blue eyes raking over me with obvious appreciation. "Looks like I hit the roommate jackpot."Fuck. My. Life.I forced my shoulders back, deepened my voice. "Hey there, handsome. Hope you don't m

ANTALYA'S POVI watched Raymond's breathing even out into the steady rhythm of sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the thin academy-issued sheets. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 11:47 PM—late enough that he should be deep in slumber. My body ached from the tight bandages wrapped around my chest, and the masculine clothes felt foreign against my skin. I needed a shower desperately, but I'd been too terrified to risk it while he was awake.Finally, I thought, slipping silently from my bed. Just a quick wash and I'll be back before he even stirs.I grabbed my towel and a clean set of clothes, tiptoeing across the cold linoleum floor toward the shared bathroom. The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, and I winced, freezing for a moment to listen for any movement from Raymond's bed.Nothing.Inside the bathroom, I locked the door and leaned against it, finally allowing myself to breathe. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the crampe

ANTALYA'S POVThe persistent banging on the bathroom door was driving me absolutely insane. Raymond's dramatic pleas were getting louder and more desperate by the minute, and despite my best efforts to ignore him, I could hear the genuine distress in his voice."Lance, I'm literally about to explode!" he whined through the door. "This is a medical emergency! Do you want my death on your conscience?"I rolled my eyes, but something about his pathetic tone made me snort with laughter despite myself. The mental image of the cocky Raymond Alfonso reduced to begging to use the bathroom was actually pretty satisfying."Are you seriously going to let me suffer just because I hurt your delicate feelings?" he continued, his voice taking on a mocking whine. "What kind of roommate are you?""The kind that doesn't appreciate being messed with," I called back, but I was already getting up from the floor."I promise I'll be good! I'll even let you pick what we watch on TV tonight!"That actually ma