All Chapters of Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Antalya's POVThe nightmare was vivid, too real. My parents stood before me, smiling, alive – and then Dominic appeared behind them, his claws extended, his eyes black as midnight. I watched, frozen, as he tore through them while they screamed my name. Blood everywhere, their eyes accusing me of failing them, of being too weak to save them.When my eyes shot open, he was there – leaning over me with his hand extended toward my face. The nightmare and reality blurred together, and pure panic took over. My hand moved on instinct, connecting with his cheek in a sharp slap that echoed through the room."Don't touch me!" I gasped, scrambling backward.The red mark bloomed across his cheek, but he just smiled that infuriating smile. "Good morning to you too, little wildcat."Wait. This is real. I'm in his room. In his bed.The memories came flooding back – last night's chaos, the decision I'd made. But I didn't regret the slap. He deserved it and so much more."What am I doing here?" I dema

DOMINIC’S POVI leaned against the doorframe, watching her rummage through my room, so sure of herself, so deliciously defiant. Did she really think I hadn’t noticed the way she lingered by my cabinet? The faint scent of wolfsbane still hung in the air. I smiled, dark and slow.“Looking for something, Antalya?” My voice dropped lower, dangerous. “Or are you just hoping to poison me again?”She spun, her eyes wide, face pale. “I—I was just—”“Save the lies.” I moved closer, letting the silence press against her. She tried to keep her chin up, but I could see the tremor in her hands, the raw defiance burning in her gaze. God, I loved that spark. “You really are something. I could have you tied up and screaming, and you’d still try to bite me.”She glared, teeth clenched. “Don’t flatter yourself. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be standing here.”I grinned. “Spicy tonight, aren’t you?” I caught her wrist, dragging her closer. Her breath hitched. That little pulse in her throat flutter

ANTALYA'S POVA dull ache pulsed through my skull as I blinked open my eyes. For a second, panic raced up my spine—I didn't recognize the ceiling above me, the cool sheets under my back, or the faint scent of cedar and spice that filled the room.Where am I? This isn't Dominic's room. The scent is all wrong—no pine, no danger, no him.My heart thudded as I sat up fast. My head spun. There was a man across the room, sitting in a deep leather chair. Not Dominic. He was tall, strong, but not as dangerous-looking—his expression was unreadable, almost bored.Who is this? Another one of Dominic's games? Or did someone actually dare to take me from him?He noticed I was awake. "Easy," he said, voice low and rich, "You've been through a lot."My fists clenched in the blanket, ready to scream, claw, run—anything. "Who are you? Where am I? What did you do to me?" My voice came out shaky but fierce.Stay strong. Don't show weakness. If he's working with Dominic, any sign of vulnerability will be

ANTALYA'S POVHis hand slid between my thighs, rough and sure, making my body shudder despite every ounce of hate burning in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing me react, but my traitorous body arched against his fingers.Dominic’s breath was hot against my neck. “What’s this?” His tone was mocking as his fingers found my clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles. “Did you let another man touch you here, Antalya? Is that why you smell like him?”“Stop it,” I hissed, fighting his grip, “You’re hurting me.”He only laughed, a low, menacing sound. “You don’t know what pain is. Not yet.” His other hand tugged down my bra, exposing my breast. He bent, mouth closing over my nipple. His teeth grazed, then bit, sending a sharp ache through my chest. I gasped.“Dominic, please!” I squirmed, feeling tears sting my eyes. “That hurts—”He sucked harder, marking me, then pulled away just enough to glare up at me. “Good. This mark will remind you—you belong to m

ANTALYA'S POVSometimes I wondered if pain was just my new normal. I stared at my reflection in Dominic’s mirror, fingers tracing the fading bruises on my cheek and throat. My body was healing, but my heart still felt like it was covered in scars.Deep down, I knew Lacie’s attack wasn’t really Dominic’s plan. He was ruthless, but he didn’t need to send anyone to hurt me—he could do that all by himself. But if I hadn’t been his Luna, if I hadn’t gotten tangled in his mess, Lacie would never have touched me. I blamed him all the same.What made me furious was the way he just… disappeared. He was always so possessive, always claiming I belonged to him, and then when I really needed him, he left me alone for days—no visits, no calls, nothing. Only silence. Only the ugly echo of what Lacie did to me.He finally came to my room, his expression tight, his eyes flickering with regret.He spoke first. “Antalya. I’m sorry. What happened to you—Lacie and her pack—I swear I had nothing to do with