All Chapters of Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Antalya's POV The sight of him on his knees, chained to the cold stone wall, shattered something inside me. My heart didn’t just break; it shattered, into a million jagged pieces that tore at my insides. I fumbled with the heavy iron bar lock, my fingers slipping in my panic, and finally shoved the cell door open with a screech of metal.“Dominic!” I rushed to him, dropping to my own knees on the damp floor. I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. His skin was cold. His eyes, usually so dark and full of fire, were glazed with a haze of pain and something else… confusion. “My God, what did they do to you? What’s going on?”He blinked, a slow, laborious movement, as if pulling himself back from a great distance. His voice was a ragged, broken thing, scraping from his throat. “Antalya…? You… you shouldn’t be here.”“Of course I’m here! Tell me what happened.”His eyes finally focused on mine, and the raw, unfiltered anger in them made me flinch. “Raymond,” he spat the name like a

Antalya's POVThe silence that followed Raymond’s declaration was so absolute I could hear the frantic hammering of my own heart. His wife? The two words echoed, senseless and horrifying, in the hollow space he’d carved out inside me. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I could only stare, my mind scrabbling for purchase on this new, impossible reality.It was Lacie who shattered the quiet. A raw, wounded sound tore from her throat, half-sob, half-scream. “Your wife?” she shrieked, her voice cracking with a pain that felt dangerously real. “You can’t! Raymond, no! You love me! After everything we’ve been through… you promised me!”She was crying now, ugly, gasping tears that made her face blotchy and red. The vicious queen was gone, replaced by a heartbroken girl. For a split second, a shard of pity pierced my shock. She was just another pawn in his game, and she hadn’t even realized it.Raymond didn’t even glance at her. His eyes, dark and intent, remained locked on me, watching

Antalya's POVThe silence in Raymond’s opulent bedroom was a heavy, suffocating blanket. I paced the length of the plush rug, my mind racing faster than my feet. I can’t just sit here. I can’t. Raymond’s threat echoed in my head—‘anyone else to get hurt’—but the image of Dominic, chained and bleeding in that damp cell, was stronger.Compliance was my only weapon. If I played the broken, submissive captive, maybe his watch would loosen. Just enough. It was a dangerous gamble, but it was the only one I had.I waited for what felt like an eternity, listening to the faint sounds of the mansion settling for the night. When I was certain no one was immediately outside my door, I moved. I hadn’t been stripped of my boots, a small mercy. I slipped out into the hallway, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Every shadow seemed to move, every creak of the floorboards sounded like a thunderclap. But the guards Raymond had promised were nowhere to be seen. Overconfident, I thought,

Antalya's POVThe heavy door clicked shut behind me, and I finally let the air rush out of my lungs. I slid down the cold wood until I was sitting on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest. The fancy room felt like a joke.He's down there because of me. The thought sat heavy and painful in my chest. Dominic, chained and poisoned in that dirty cell. And Raymond... he'd torn apart his own brother, and for what? His cool, controlling touch felt like it was still on my skin, making me shiver. He did all of this because of me.The lock turned, and the door opened. There he stood, filling the doorway, looking like he owned everything—even the air I was trying to breathe. His eyes looked around the room, missing nothing, before landing on me sitting on the floor."Comfortable?" he asked, his voice smooth and mocking.I didn't answer. I just stared at the pattern on the rug.He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "I came to ask you a question, Antalya. A simple one. I want a simple a

Antalya's POVThe air in Raymond's wing of the mansion always smelled of lemon cleaner and lies. I stood still as a seamstress knelt at my feet, her mouth full of pins, marking the bottom of a gown I never wanted to wear. White silk. The irony was bitter. The crowning day. The wedding day. Two horrible things, coming closer with every tick of the grandfather clock in the hall.Raymond watched from a velvet chair, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "It will be the event of the decade, my dear. The pack will finally see what a true Luna looks like."I forced a small, tight smile. "I just want everything to be perfect."His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to figure out the truth behind my obedient mask. "It will be. I'll make sure of it." He stood and left, his arrogance trailing behind him like cheap perfume. The moment the door clicked shut, the act fell from my shoulders. Where are you, Dominic? You asked me to trust you. I do. But you're running out of time.The seamstress finished