All Chapters of Pucked by Alphas: The Omega Hockey Tomboy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dominic's POVMy heart stopped the moment Antalya's body disappeared over the terrace railing. For a second, I stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened. Then reality crashed into me like a tidal wave."ANTALYA!"I rushed to the railing, looking down to see her crumpled form in the garden below. She wasn't moving. Blood was pooling beneath her, and my wolf howled in agony inside me.No, no, no. What have I done?Without thinking, I vaulted over the railing myself, landing hard but barely feeling the impact. My hands shook as I reached for her, wanting to gather her in my arms but terrified of making things worse."Don't move her!" I roared at the guards who came running. "Get the doctors! NOW!"Her face was pale, so pale. A thin line of blood trickled from her temple, and more blood was seeping through her dress from somewhere below. My chest tightened with a fear I'd never experienced before.She jumped because of me. She'd rather risk death than be with me."Please," I w

Antalya's POVI opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurry from all the tears I had shed at my parents' grave. The familiar ceiling of Dominic's room came into focus, and immediately, anger filled my chest like fire. Why was I back here? I wanted to be with my parents, not in this cursed place with their killer.My body felt heavy as I tried to sit up, but I forced myself to move. The silk sheets beneath me felt cold against my skin, reminding me once again that I was trapped in this nightmare. The memory of seeing my parents' graves, of crying until I couldn't breathe anymore, came flooding back."I need to go back," I whispered to myself, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I need to stay with them."The door opened just as I stood up, and Dominic walked in. His dark eyes immediately found mine, and I saw something strange in them – something that looked almost like worry. It made my stomach turn."Antalya, you're awake," he said softly, taking a step toward me. "You need to res

Dominic's POVI watched Antalya's face carefully as she demanded the truth from me. Her dark eyes were blazing with anger and suspicion, and I could see the determination written across her beautiful features. She wasn't going to let this go, and deep down, I knew I couldn't keep hiding it from her much longer.The pregnancy symptoms were becoming too obvious to ignore. The increased appetite, the exhaustion, the nausea – it was all getting stronger because she was carrying a werewolf child, not just an ordinary human baby. Werewolf pregnancies were different, more intense, and the signs were harder to hide.I felt a heavy weight in my chest as I looked at her. How was I supposed to tell her that she was carrying my child when she hated me so deeply? When she blamed me for her parents' death and wanted nothing more than to see me suffer?"Antalya," I said softly, trying to keep my voice calm and gentle. "Please, just sit down and eat something first. Then I'll tell you everything, I pr

Dominic's POVThe moment I lifted Antalya from the floor, I could see something change in her eyes. The distant, foggy look that had been there for days was suddenly replaced by sharp awareness, and with that awareness came pain."What's happening?" she gasped, her hands clutching at her stomach. "Something's wrong. Something hurts."Her face had gone completely white, and I could feel her body trembling in my arms. The panic in her voice made my own heart race with fear."It's going to be okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I laid her gently on the bed. "Dr. Harrison is coming. Everything will be fine."But even as I said the words, I could see dark spots appearing on the sheets beneath her. Blood. She was bleeding, and it was my fault for not breaking down that door sooner."I can't feel my legs properly," she whispered, her voice filled with terror. "Dominic, what's happening to me?"The sound of my name on her lips, spoken without hatred for the first time in weeks, br

Antalya's POVDominic's face was filled with pain as he looked at me, and for a moment I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But then I remembered that this was the man who had destroyed my family, and any sympathy I might have felt disappeared immediately."You're right," he said quietly. "I was ruthless back then. I always collected my debts that way – with threats, with violence if necessary. It was just business to me."His admission made my blood boil. Just business? My parents' lives had been just business to him?"But then I saw your picture," he continued, his voice getting softer. "It was sitting on their mantelpiece, and when I looked at it... something changed."I stared at him, confused by the sudden shift in his tone. "What are you talking about?""There was something about your face, your eyes," he said, running a hand through his dark hair. "You looked so innocent, so pure. I had never felt anything like what I felt in that moment."The way he was talking about me made my