All Chapters of A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CallaThe moment I look up from my textbook, I realize the day has gone dark... I've been here in the library since 4pm... I dip my hand in my hoodie pocket, sliding my phone out."Holy shit!" I cuss. "It's 8pm? And 14 missed calls from Ava?"Ah! She's going to bleed my ears out for putting my phone on silent again... "But that's the only way I can cut off all the noises and distractions," I mutter, packing up my book quickly. My legs dash out the rows of books and out the door, but immediately the night air hits me, I feel a throb in my head..."The fuck!" That's my body reminding me I'm not made of steel and I should eat if I want to have the energy to pass my exam. I manage to drag myself towards the lab to see who's still there, but I feel a tap on my shoulder.A familiar figure comes into place the moment I turn. "Priya? What are you still doing around the school grounds at this time?" She was breathing as if she'd been running her entire life."Uhmm... we were having late-night

RonanThese meetings and pack activities have always been annoying. Sitting here, listening to these old men drone on. Elders of the pack—Nathan, Anderson, and Bridget, the oldest. My uncle Gerald sits at the edge, smiling like everything they say is brilliant. I want to disappear, run into the woods for fresh air."It's obvious the pack lurking around our borders is not just Blackridge, so we have to improve security and make sure the part of our land they seek never gets to them—" Casen’s voice fades, like it’s underwater. I nod, but my mind isn’t on him. It isn’t on anything here. I catch glimpses of the others’ faces, their eyebrows raised, eyes narrowing, some already sensing my distraction. *Ronan…*I hear the one voice I’ve been longing for this past month. Faint. Echoing in my head, gone again before I can grasp it. Then pain slides through my forearm and down my leg. My body jerks. Calla. Something is wrong.My breath catches in my throat, tight and shallow. Ahh… she’s in da

RonanI finally lay Calla down on my bed. She looks small against the dark sheets, pale and still, her hair clinging to her face in damp strands. My chest tightens as I stare at her, because for a second, she doesn’t even look alive.“Stay with me,” I whisper under my breath, though I know she can’t hear me.The door bursts open. Fabian rushes in, already rolling his sleeves up. He doesn’t waste time with greetings. He goes straight to her side.Fabian isn’t just our team’s medical doctor. He’s also the one we trust when injuries go beyond what a normal human hospital can handle. Hospitals don’t know what to do with us—werewolf injuries don’t exactly show up on X-rays the way they should. And worse, hospitals ask questions we can’t answer. Fabian knows better. He’s one of us, even if he hides it behind his polished, professional act.“Forearm’s cut deep,” Fabian mutters as he inspects her arm. His hands move fast but precise, steady in ways mine aren’t right now. “Leg’s worse—clean br

RonanThis morning the pack is restless. I can feel it in the air before I even step outside my room. Voices drop when I pass, eyes dart away, but their tension presses against my skin. Everyone knows I’m looking for the one whose scent I caught in the woods the night Calla almost died.It doesn’t take long before Casen finds me. His face is set, his jaw tight. “We found her,” he says.“Who?” I ask, though deep down my wolf already knows.“Priya,” Casen answers. “It was her scent.”I don’t waste words. I follow him through the halls until we reach the main hall. They’ve gathered there—some warriors, a few of the elders, and Priya in the middle of the room. Her shoulders are hunched, her eyes red from crying, her hands twisting together like rope about to snap.She dares to look at me, but the moment our eyes meet, she drops her gaze. I cross the room slowly, every step deliberate. The pack watches. No one breathes too loud.“Priya,” I say, my voice steady, though my chest feels like i

RonanThe council hall is already full when I step inside. The air carries that heavy kind of silence that feels like a storm held back by thin glass. Warriors line the walls, shoulders stiff, eyes sharp. The Elders sit forward in their seats, murmuring low until I raise a hand. The sound cuts like a blade. Everyone knows why we’re here.Sasha is dragged in between two guards. Even now, with her wrists bound and her hair tangled, she still tries to tilt her chin like she owns the place. “Don’t touch me,” she snaps at the warrior on her left, yanking her arm free. Her voice wavers but she hides it with a sob that catches half the room. “You can’t manhandle me like this. I’m the Beta's cousin. In case you forgot I was supposed to be your Luna... leave me alone, I’ve done nothing wrong.”The pack stirs. Some nod. Some whisper. A few look at me like I’ve already gone too far just for summoning her. That’s the rot that’s been festering under my roof—Sasha’s blood ties, her history with me,