All Chapters of Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Raymond's POVThe ache in my jaw was a constant, throbbing reminder of my brother’s fists. I gingerly prodded the tender spot, wincing at the flare of pain. It wasn’t just my face. My whole body felt weak, drained. A hollow feeling had taken root deep in my core, a strange emptiness I’d never felt before. My strength, the power that had always hummed just under my skin… it was fading. Just a little every day.Just like his is.The thought was a bitter pill. I’d seen the slight tremor in Dominic’s hand the last time he’d confronted the elders, the way his dominance sometimes flickered for a fraction of a second. No one else noticed. But I did. We were brothers, bound by blood. Our power was tied together, and it was failing us both. The mighty Valerius line, crumbling from the inside out.And it was all because of her.Antalya.A fresh wave of useless anger washed over me. I saw the way he looked at her, like a possession. I saw the fear in her eyes when he was near, no matter how she

Antalya's POVThe scent of cheap cologne hit me first, a cloying, familiar stench that made my stomach twist. I spun around, my heart launching into a frantic beat against my ribs. Vaiker. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe of my dorm room as if he owned the place, a smug, nervous energy radiating from him.How did he get in here? How does everyone keep getting in here?White-hot, blinding rage exploded behind my eyes. This man. This pathetic, lying snake was the reason for everything. The pain, the loss, the shattered trust. My hands curled into fists so tight my nails dug half-moons into my palms.“Get out,” I snarled, the words barely recognizable as my own.He didn’t move. Just offered a weak, slimy smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Antalya. We need to talk.”A bitter laugh ripped from my throat. “Talk?” I took a step forward, my entire body trembling with the need to attack. “You think I want to talk to you? After what you did? You and Lacie… you planned this. You mad

DOMINIC’S POVHer words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the air clean from my lungs. I stared at her, my mind scrambling, my instincts screaming to deny it, to protect her from this. How? How could she possibly know? I’d hidden the weakness, the tremors, the deep, aching fatigue that was slowly leaching my strength. I’d hidden it from everyone, especially from her.My hands, which had been cupping her face so tenderly a moment ago, tightened almost imperceptibly. The gentle warmth in my chest froze into a solid block of ice. The hope I’d felt walking in here, the fragile peace I thought we were building, shattered into a million razor-sharp pieces.“What did you say?” I asked, my voice low and dangerously calm. It was a stall. A pathetic, useless attempt to buy a second to think.Her tear-filled eyes searched mine, and the pain in them was a knife to my gut. She wasn’t guessing. She knew. “The poison, Dominic. The one that’s making you sick. Why did you lie to me?” Her voice br

Antalya's POVThe words hung in the air, a death sentence for my past and a storm cloud over my future. I just stared at him, at this powerful man on his knees before me, and felt the world I thought I knew crumble to dust.“Look at me, Dominic.”He did. His dark eyes, usually so full of fire and command, were shattered. Raw. I saw the truth in them, and it was so much worse than any lie.My parents. Murdered. Because of me. Because of him.A sound tore from my throat, something between a sob and a scream. I stumbled back from him, my hands flying to my mouth. “Get out,” I whispered, the words muffled by my fingers.“Antalya, please—”“Get out!” The scream was full-force now, echoing in the too-quiet room. “I can’t… I can’t look at you right now. I just… I need to be alone. Please. Just go.”The pain on his face was a physical thing. He looked like I’d stabbed him. Again. But he didn’t fight me. He slowly, painfully, got to his feet. He looked older somehow, the weight of his confessi

Raymond's POVThe old floorboards in the study creaked under Dominic’s weight, and I held my breath from my hiding spot in the shadowed armoire. The scent of his rage was a thick, coppery wave that washed through the room even before the door exploded inward. I’d been a fool to come here, to listen to Greeley’s desperate pleas for an alliance. But the old man’s words had wormed their way under my skin. He’s losing his mind, Raymond. The pack is suffering. Someone has to stop him before there’s nothing left to save.Through the slats, I saw it all. Saw Dominic, my brother, but not my brother. This was a creature of pure, undiluted fury. He moved with a terrifying, brutal efficiency, taking down Greeley’s guards without breaking a sweat. And then his hands were around Greeley’s throat, slamming the older man against the wall. Lacie’s screams were just background noise.This is it. This is the madness Greeley warned me about. My own heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echo