All Chapters of Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lacie’s POVAntalya was curled up on the hospital bed, clutching her pillow like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her eyes were swollen and red, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She looked absolutely pathetic. I almost felt sorry for her—almost. But pity was for losers, and right now, I was the one winning.I let out a loud, exaggerated laugh, making sure everyone in the corridor could hear. “God, Antalya, you look like you just lost your last brain cell. It’s just a guy. And a baby. Crying isn’t going to bring either one back.”She glared at me through her tears, trying to summon up some backbone. “You’re disgusting, Lacie. I’m not going to let you get away with this. I’ll make you pay for everything you’ve done.”I snorted. “Sure, princess. I’d love to see you try. You can barely stand up. Maybe you should practice walking before you talk about revenge. You don’t want to end up in another hospital bed, do you?”She tried to sit up straighter, but her hands were shaking.

Antalya’s POVIt’s funny how a heart can keep beating even after it’s completely shattered. That’s exactly how I felt—crushed, hollow, and empty. There was no baby. There was no Dominic. There was no family, not anymore. I had nothing left except pain, and it was choking me, one breath at a time.I pressed my forehead to my knees, trying to hold in the sobs. I’d cried so much that I was out of tears, just dry and tired and numb. If anyone had walked in, they’d think I was dead. Maybe that would have been a mercy.“Look at yourself, Antalya,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and bitter. “You let everyone walk all over you and then act surprised when you end up alone.”I squeezed my eyes shut. Dominic didn’t believe me. Worse, he thought I killed our baby on purpose. Lacie had convinced him that I’d betrayed him. And as if that wasn’t enough, now she’d shown me a video—a video—of my parents being tortured. A video that should never have existed.My chest twisted with anger. How could Dominic

Dominic’s POVThere are a lot of things you expect as an Alpha—disobedience, fighting, even betrayal. But nothing prepares you for the sight of your woman jumping into your car and peeling out like she’s the star of some cheap action movie.I stood there for a second, completely stunned, while Marcus ran around like a headless chicken. “Alpha, she just—she just stole your car!”“No shit, Sherlock!” I snapped, already yanking my phone out. “Get in another car and follow us!”I called Antalya, hoping she’d pick up and stop this madness. “Antalya! Pull over! This isn’t funny.”Her voice blasted back, angry and wild. “Oh, so now you want to talk? Keep dreaming, Dominic. Why don’t you get out and run after your precious Lacie, or do you just like breaking women’s hearts for sport?”“Antalya, stop the damn car,” I growled, my pulse pounding. “You’re going to get yourself killed, and for what? So you can act like a brat?”She laughed—a mean, brittle sound. “Why? Does it hurt your little ego

ANTALYA'S POVThe rage burning through me was a living thing, a fire that consumed every last bit of reason. Dominic’s mansion, once a place of intoxicating passion and stolen promises, now felt like a gilded prison. Every opulent detail mocked me. The silk sheets we’d tangled in, the view we’d admired together—it was all a lie, a beautiful stage for his cruel performance.I can’t stay here. Not for another second. The image of his cold, handsome face, twisted with a hatred I didn’t deserve, was seared behind my eyelids. He believed Lacie. He truly believed I would conspire to destroy our child. Our child. A fresh wave of agonizing loss threatened to buckle my knees. He might have even been part of it. Was it all a plan? Get me pregnant just to take it away? The thought was so horrific it gave me a surge of adrenaline.I didn’t have a plan. I just ran. My body, still aching and hollowed out from the surgery, screamed in protest, but I ignored it. The pain was a fitting punishment for

ANTALYA’S POVThe first thing I registered was the smell. Him. Sandalwood and something darker, something wild. It clung to the silk sheets I was tangled in. His sheets. His bed. His room.My head throbbed, a dull, aching reminder of the cliffside, the wind, the terrifying freedom of letting go. And his arms snatching it back. I pushed myself up, the world swimming for a moment before it righted itself. The emptiness inside me, the hollow ache where my baby should have been, was a sharper pain than any headache.I have to get out.I stumbled to the heavy oak door, my hand closing around the cold brass knob. It didn’t turn. Locked. Of course. I was his prisoner again. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird in a gilded cage. The window. I rushed to the large bay window that overlooked the gardens, clutching the thick velvet drapes for support.My hope died as quickly as it flared. The windows weren't just locked. A fine, almost invisible mesh of reinforced steel was sealed b