All Chapters of A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RonanThe pressure builds. I keep telling myself I can handle this, that I can balance it all, but it feels like I’m lying more to myself than anyone else. I tell Casen that if I marry Sasha, at least for appearances, then maybe I can keep Calla tucked away in the human city where no one would dare touch her. I tell myself it’s logical, the only path that doesn’t rip everything apart. But even as I say it, my chest feels like it’s going to cave in.Casen sits across from me, leaning forward like he’s trying to read past every excuse spilling out of my mouth. His arms rest on his knees, eyes sharp, unblinking. “You think you can actually pull that off?” he says, voice low. “Do you even hear yourself, Ronan? You sound like a lunatic. You can’t live in two worlds like that. You can’t keep Sasha happy enough to play Luna while you’re sneaking off to the human city to keep Calla in your bed. It won’t work. You’ll destroy both of them…and yourself in the process.”“I don’t have a choice,” I

CallaI stare at the ceiling for the longest time before I even bother to get out of bed. It’s been weeks, maybe more, I’m not even sure anymore because the days blur together in this apartment. Classes, labs, the library, home, repeat. That’s my life now. No cheer squad, no parties, no pack drama, nothing that even resembles the version of me I was when I was with Ronan. I live like all of it was a fever dream, some wild fantasy I got caught in, and now I’m back to being just Calla again.Ava doesn’t ask too many questions, which I’m thankful for, because honestly I wouldn’t even know where to start. She’s human, she doesn’t know anything about werewolves, and I can’t exactly sit her down and say, “Hey, so I fell in love with an Alpha, we had this magical bond thing, and then I broke my own heart walking away from him.” Yeah, no. She just assumes I went through a messy breakup, which is close enough to the truth.I roll out of bed finally and drag myself toward the kitchen where Ava’

RonanThe rink is already alive before we even step out. The sound of skates cutting against the ice from the earlier warm-ups lingers, the echo of sticks tapping and kids shouting in the stands carrying through the arena. I tighten my grip on my stick as I stand just off the bench with the rest of the Icewolves. My chest feels heavy, but I'm not nervous. It’s not even the tournament itself. It’s everything I’ve buried the last few weeks.The Conference tournament starts tonight, and we came in as the number one seed. Everyone’s expecting us to dominate. Everyone’s looking at me to set the tone, to lead them. I can feel all those eyes, but I don’t let them see what’s under the surface.“Alright boys, let’s make this count,” Coach Halford says, his voice firm but short, just how he always is. He doesn’t waste time with speeches. He never has. It’s always about the game plan. No comfort, no pep talks. Just hockey. And that’s fine. I don’t need comfort.Casen nudges me with his elbow. “Y

RonanThe air inside the arena is heavy with noise, the kind of buzzing chaos that rattles through my helmet before the puck even drops. It’s the conference tournament, first round, and Icewolves are seeded number one. Everyone expects us to dominate, and we do. I can feel it in the way my skates dig into the ice, the way the stick moves in my hands like it belongs there, an extension of me. My chest is tight, not with nerves but with focus, with all the rage and drive I’ve been carrying since Calla walked away. Every ounce of it pours out here.The other team doesn’t stand a chance. They’re scrappy, trying to keep up with us, but from the first period it’s clear we’re faster, sharper, hungrier. Casen slices down the left, sends the puck across, and I catch it clean, firing it past the goalie before he can even react. The red light flashes, the crowd roars, and my teammates slam into me, shouting, helmets knocking together. It doesn’t do much for me, though. Scoring feels like breathi

RonanI don’t even think about it too long. The thought keeps hammering in my chest, louder than the music still ringing in my ears from the crew house. I tell myself to wait, to cool down, but I know I won’t. I can’t. By the time I realize it, I’m already outside, hoodie pulled up, breath fogging in the night air as I walk fast down the street. I could’ve driven, but I needed to feel every step, every restless ache.Her apartment isn’t far since I took a taxi, but it feels like it takes forever. My heart’s pounding the whole way, not from the walk, but from what I know I’m about to do. I’ve tried to bury it under games, under practices, under smoke and drinks and noise, but it doesn’t go away. It never goes away.I get to her building and my stomach twists, nerves and fire all tangled up. I stand at her door, hand hovering over the wood. For a second I think about turning back, but my fist knocks before my brain catches up. One, two, three knocks, sharp enough to echo.Her voice come