All Chapters of A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ronan The roar of the crowd rattles through the rink before I even step onto the ice. The boards tremble under their boots, the kind of thunder that seeps straight into your chest. I roll my shoulders once, then again, trying to shake the tension that’s been sitting there all damn morning. The locker room still smells like sweat and that sharp tang of disinfectant. Casen claps my back as we line up at the tunnel. “Let’s make it clean,” he says, grinning the way he always does before a war. “Clean doesn’t win against them,” I mutter, gripping my stick tighter. My palms are already sweating inside my gloves. Skyskaters wait at the other end, helmets glinting under the floodlights. Brandy stands in the middle of them, jaw tight, eyes locked on us like he owns the ice. He probably thinks he does. The last time we played them, he took out Liam’s shoulder. No penalty. Not even a warning. When the whistle blows, it’s chaos from the first second. Skates cut into the ice with sharp screech

CallaThe sound of the TV fills the room, cutting through the quiet like static. The commentator’s voice carries that wild mix of exhaustion and thrill that comes after any big game. I don’t even remember turning it on, but I’m sitting here, frozen, watching the last seconds play out.Silverthorn wins.The players crash into each other at center ice, gloves flying, helmets tossed. The crowd behind them is a blur of white and silver, a roar that vibrates through the screen.“Silverthorn advances to the finals!” the commentator shouts, almost breathless. “Wyatt captain of Silverthorn leads his team straight to the championship match against none other than the Icewolves!”I sink a little deeper into the couch, my fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket in my lap. “Of course,” I mutter under my breath. “Of course it had to be them.”The camera zooms in on Wyatt. Helmet off, hair damp, sweat dripping down his temples as he grins up at the crowd. The lights flash off his stick wh

Ronan The air smells like blood and burnt wood. Every sound in the field is chaos—claws tearing into flesh, growls echoing through the trees, warriors shouting commands that get swallowed by roars. I can barely see through the haze of smoke rising from the east gate. My fur is slick with blood, half of it not even mine.Darko pushes harder inside me, restless and furious, and I let him take more control as I rip through another Blackridge warrior trying to flank Casen. “Keep the east line steady!” I snarl, my voice rough from yelling. Casen nods before diving into another fight, his blade flashing silver under the moonlight.Kael bursts through the flames to my right, dragging a wounded soldier to safety. “We’re losing the south side, Alpha!” he yells, his face smeared with dirt and sweat.I turn sharply, breathing hard. “Pull the second line there! Tell Blaire to keep the pack members underground until I give the word. No one steps out!”He nods once before shifting mid-run, his mas

Ronan The clash around me grows louder, steel against claw, roars echoing through the woods. My breathing is uneven, ragged, each inhale scraping through my chest. I can feel the blood soaking through my shirt, sticky and warm, but I can’t stop now. Caius is on his knees, cornered by Gerald who looks far too calm for the chaos around him. He stands there, his coat fluttering in the wind, his face drawn into that smug expression that used to look harmless when I was younger.Now, all I see is the monster behind it.“Get away from him!” I snarl, forcing my body to move though everything aches. The ground beneath my boots is muddy with blood, the scent sharp and raw in the air. My muscles tremble as I grab Caius by the arm, but he jerks away, eyes flashing black again.His growl cuts through the air, low and broken, like he’s caught between pain and fury. I see the struggle in him—his body wants to tear me apart, but his eyes, for a brief second, look like my brother’s. There’s fear the

RonanI think I’m dreaming. There’s warmth spreading through my chest, gentle at first, then sharper, like something alive pushing its way back inside me. I gasp and air rushes in, thick with dust and iron. My body aches everywhere, and the ground feels cold beneath my palms. I blink, but my vision keeps swimming. The sky above me looks torn, gray clouds curling over what’s left of the battlefield.I hear a faint sound, steady breathing close to my ear. When I turn my head, I see her.Calla.Only she’s not how I remember. Her body is different, larger, coated in brown fur that glows faintly under the moonlight. Her paws are pressed against my chest, and there’s a strange light pulsing along her side, shaped like a leaf. It glows each time she exhales, spilling warmth through me. I can feel it moving inside my veins, spreading like a slow burn, knitting things together that I thought were already gone.My throat tightens. I try to move but she presses down, holding me there, eyes locke