Semua Bab Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Bab 1 - Bab 5

DOMINIC’S POVMy footsteps echoed through their pathetic excuse of a home as I stormed in, my jaw clenched so tight I could feel a vein pulsing in my temple. The air reeked of desperation and fear—exactly what I expected from someone who owed my family money."Jimmy Pierce." I didn't ask. I stated his name like the verdict it was.The man who stumbled forward looked nothing like the confident businessman who'd approached my father six months ago. His eyes darted around the room like a cornered animal, hands trembling as he attempted to straighten his wrinkled shirt."Mr. Blackwood... I wasn't expecting you today." His voice cracked. Pathetic.I raised an eyebrow, letting the silence stretch uncomfortably before responding. "That was rather the point. My father sends his regards." I pulled out the ledger from my jacket pocket, tossing it onto their coffee table. "And his bill."This debt is long overdue, and I'm not leaving without something of value. These people are beneath me, but b

ANTALYA'S POVDawn broke through the curtains, casting long shadows across my bedroom floor. I hadn't slept a minute, my mind racing with thoughts of captivity and forced mating. The walls of my childhood bedroom now felt like prison bars closing in around me.I pressed my ear against the door, listening to my parents' hushed voices drifting up from downstairs."She has to understand," Mom whispered, her voice strained. "There's no other way.""Maybe we should tell her everything," Dad replied, his tone defeated. "About what Dominic threatened—""No!" Mom hissed. "She's upset enough. If she knew the full extent..."Their voices faded as they moved deeper into the house. I slumped against the door, sliding down until I hit the floor. The old wood creaked beneath me, a sound so familiar yet now part of my confinement."Some parents you turned out to be," I muttered, glaring at the locked door. "Trading your daughter to save yourselves."With shaking hands, I pulled up the loose floorboa

DOMINIC'S POVI tapped my fingers impatiently against the steering wheel of my Bentley, checking my watch for the third time in as many minutes. The digital display read 2:45 PM—I was fifteen minutes early for my meeting with the Andrews family, but in my world, being early meant being on time. Being on time meant you were already late.Anticipation coursed through my veins as I thought of the woman who would soon be mine. Something about her photograph had awakened a instinct response in me—like a wolf recognizing his mate through instinct alone. The feeling was foreign, unsettling, yet I couldn't deny the pull."Sir," my beta, Marcus, said from the passenger seat, "should we approach now or wait until three?"I growled low in my throat, my decision made. "Now. I've waited long enough."We strode up the driveway to the modest house, my men flanking me as always. Unlike yesterday, I knocked—a courtesy extended only because I was collecting something precious today.The door swung open