Todos os capítulos de Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Antalya's POVThe shame is a physical weight, crushing my lungs, making every breath a struggle. I can still feel her touch on my skin, the ghost of her fingers on my cheek. I almost hurt her. The memory of that animal rage, that black nothingness that swallowed me whole—it makes me sick. I shove my fist against the cold stone wall, welcoming the sharp pain. I deserve worse.She won't come back. Why would she? After I screamed at her, after I showed her the monster I've become. The thought is a cold blade twisting in my gut. I want to howl, to tear this entire dungeon apart with my bare hands until there's nothing left but rubble. But I'm so damn weak. The poison is a fire in my blood, and the shame is ice in my soul. I slump against the wall, the heavy chains clanking with the movement.I have to win her back. The thought is a sudden, desperate spark of light in the darkness. I have to become the man she deserves again. But first, I have to get out of this place.The lock on the main

Antalya's POVThe crash of a raised voice shattered my sleep. My eyes flew open, my heart immediately pounding. The deep, loud voice was Raymond's. But the other voice, colder, sharper, I knew from my parents' time. Greeley. Lacie's father.I was out of bed in an instant, my bare feet silent on the cool wooden floor. I cracked the bedroom door open. The argument from the living room flooded the hallway."…unacceptable treatment, Raymond!" Greeley's voice was like grinding stone. "Keeping her locked up like some common criminal. She is my daughter."I crept down the hall, pressing myself against the wall just before the archway. I could see them through the gap between a bookshelf and the wall. Raymond stood by the cold fireplace, his body rigid. Greeley faced him, a man of older, weathered power."She drew a knife on me, Greeley," Raymond said, his voice tight with controlled anger. "In front of others. That is a challenge to my authority. It cannot go unpunished."Good. Let her stay

DOMINIC POVThe last of the poison's fire finally faded from my blood. I drew in a deep, full breath—the first one in weeks that didn't feel like broken glass in my lungs. The weakness was still there, a ghost of what I'd suffered, but it was fading fast. I flexed my hands, feeling the strength slowly returning to my muscles.Good. I'll need it.Marcus watched me from across the safe house's main room, his sharp eyes tracking my every movement. He hadn't spoken much since my... outburst. The memory of my hand grabbing his shirt, the absolute command in my voice, hung between us. He understood now. Antalya was the line. The one nobody crossed."The medic says your system is mostly clear," he said, his tone carefully neutral. "The worst is over.""The worst is just beginning," I corrected him, my voice a low rumble. I walked to the window, pulling the heavy curtain aside just enough to look out at the gloomy dawn. "I wasn't just lying in that dungeon waiting to die, Marcus. I was listen

Antalya's POVThe elder's question hangs in the air, a death sentence waiting for my signature. I do. Two simple words that would seal my fate and end Dominic's. The shouting from outside grows louder, punctuated by another sharp crack that is definitely a gunshot.Raymond's head whips toward the main doors, his triumphant mask slipping for a fraction of a second to reveal sheer shock. His grip on my hand becomes crushing, a bone-white brace of fear and anger. A wave of murmuring ripples through the assembled crowd, heads turning, people rising from their seats in confusion.He's here.The thought is a lightning strike of pure hope. It floods my veins, washing away the paralyzing fear. My spine straightens. I yank my hand from Raymond's grasp."What is the meaning of this?" the elder stammers, looking from Raymond to the commotion at the doors.Raymond doesn't answer him. His eyes are locked on the entrance, his face like a thundercloud. "Guards! Seal the hall!" he barks, but his voic

DOMINIC POVThe cold edge of Greeley's blade against Antalya's throat is the only thing in the world. My heart is a frozen, heavy stone in my chest. Every primal instinct screams at me to lunge, to tear his throat out with my teeth. But I'm frozen. One twitch, one wrong move, and he'll end her. The tiny bead of blood under the silver tip is a promise of that.Stay calm. One wrong move and she dies.I take a slow, measured step forward, my hands held out to show I'm no immediate threat. "This is your grand plan, Greeley?" My voice is a low, controlled growl, hiding the storm of panic and rage inside me. "Holding a woman hostage? You've already lost. Everyone here sees you for the coward you are.""They'll see me as the victor who eliminated a traitor and his whore," Greeley sneers, his arm tightening around Antalya's torso. She gasps, a small, pained sound that feels like a physical blow to my gut. "Your pride or her life, Dominic. I won't ask again."I see it then. The briefest flicke