All Chapters of Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ANTALYA’S POV“Dominic,” I whispered finally, my voice trembling. “Please… let me go back to the team. I just want to go back.”He didn’t answer immediately, and for a moment, I thought he might not even acknowledge me. But then, his voice cut through the darkness, calm but firm. “You just went through major surgery. You’re still weak. Recover first.”I blinked, surprised by how clinical he sounded. No anger, no possessiveness—just cold logic. It stung more than I expected. Does he even care about me anymore? Or is this all about control?The day passed in a haze. He left food for me on the bedside table before disappearing again. I stared at the tray, my appetite nonexistent. The hours dragged on, and I alternated between dozing and staring at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess of resentment and fear.When night fell, he returned. He slipped into bed beside me without a word, his presence a heavy weight that made it impossible to relax. I kept my back to him, clutchi

ANTALYA’S POVThe slam of the door echoed his retreat, a final, satisfying punctuation to my sentence. No. I won’t forgive you. The words hung in the air, solid and real. My body still hummed from his kiss, a traitorous reaction I despised. My lips still tingled. My heart still raced. But the deep, frozen pit in my stomach, the one carved out by his betrayal and the void where my child should be, refused to be warmed by his sudden, passionate remorse.I fell onto the massive bed, the silken sheets feeling like a mockery. He listens to Lacie. He believes her poisonous words over mine. The thought played on a loop, each cycle stoking the fire of my anger. He saw letters? Heard whispers? And he never once came to me. He never looked into my eyes and asked for the truth. He just condemned me. Condemned us.A fresh wave of agony, sharp and suffocating, washed over me. My baby. Our baby. Lost in a war of lies between its parents. A fight I didn’t even know we were having until it was to

LACIE’S POVMy heart was practically singing as the massive iron gates of Dominic’s estate swung open for me. This is it. He finally sees her for the liar she is. He sees me.I practically floated through the grand foyer, my heels clicking a happy rhythm on the marble floor. He was waiting for me in his study, a silhouette against the large window, and my breath hitched. So powerful. So commanding. Mine.“Dominic!” I chirped, rushing forward without hesitation. I threw my arms around his neck, pressing my body against the solid wall of his chest. For a glorious second, one of his hands came to rest on my lower back, and I melted. He’s accepting me. Finally.But the hand wasn’t tender. It was firm. Unyielding. He didn't hug me back.He silently peeled my arms from his neck, his dark eyes unreadable. “Come with me,” he said, his voice a low rumble that held no warmth.Oh, he wants privacy, I thought, a sly smile touching my lips. Of course he does. This is a moment for just us. I follo

Antalya's POV The world just… stopped. The noise from the street, the shuffling of his men, the hum of the city—it all faded into a dull buzz. All I could see was Dominic. Dominic, the most feared man in the city, the man who ruled with an iron fist and a cold, merciless heart, on his knees. On the dirty ground. For me.This isn’t him. He doesn’t do this. He kills people for looking at him wrong. He’s a bloodthirsty murderer who doesn’t blink. The thoughts tumbled through my head, a chaotic mess that couldn’t process the image in front of me. My cheeks burned with a fierce, hot embarrassment for him, for this naked vulnerability he was showing to everyone.“Get up,” I hissed, my voice low and urgent. I couldn’t stand seeing him like this. It was wrong. It cracked something inside me I was trying so hard to keep solid. “Dominic, get up. Now.”He looked up at me, his dark eyes utterly shattered. There was no mask, no Alpha power, just a raw, bleeding open wound. It was the most terrify

ANTALYA'S POVThe hand left my mouth, but the arm around my waist remained, an iron band locking me against him. His scent, that intoxicating mix of sandalwood and pure power, was everywhere.I spun in his grasp, my heart still hammering. “You! How did you get in here?”His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light from the hallway. A faint, arrogant smile touched his lips. “If you forgot, Antalya, I can be anywhere I want to be. A locked dorm door is nothing.”Rage, hot and bitter, surged through me, overpowering the initial shock. I shoved at his chest, but it was like pushing a mountain. “Get out! Just get out! Go back to your mansion. Go back to Lacie! Isn’t that where you belong? With your mistress waiting in her lingerie?”He didn’t move. His expression hardened, the smile vanishing. “I’m not going anywhere. And she is not my mistress.”“Liar!” I shouted, my voice cracking. I was so tired of the lies, the games. “I saw her! I saw her in your house! After everything, you had her there—”