Semua Bab A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA: Bab 81 - Bab 90

CallaThe bright city lights pierce through as soon as we appear in a clearing, a wide beautiful city, nothing about it says we passed through that thick dark wood to find it, a place beyond every existence I have heard of. My mouth wide open.“Woahh!” I breathed out in a long, shaky exhale, my words tumbling over themselves. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ, Blaire, what is this place?”It feels magical, alive. The air buzzes, thick but light, like it’s hiding something, like it knows more than I ever will. For a moment, I forget, totally forget, that we left my house at ten o’clock at night. This place doesn’t look like night at all. The sky stretches above in strange hues, not the black I’m used to, but a pale glowing blue, as if dawn is stuck in a loop here.“I know right?” Blaire says with this wild grin, like she’s proud of showing me. “It’s beautiful… Even though it’s my home, it still amazes me every time I pass through the woods. And wahhh, this cool air—feels like it was made to wash

Calla“I need to message Ava.”The words tumble out before I even think them through. My chest feels tight as I stare at the faint light creeping through the curtains. “She’ll be worried sick. I disappeared last night without a word, Blaire. She’s probably trying to reach us or…I don’t know… losing her mind by now.”Blaire doesn’t even flinch. She’s perched on the edge of the chair like she owns the place, legs crossed, eyes flicking lazily toward me. “There’s no network here, Calla.”I blink at her. “What do you mean there’s no network? Don’t joke about that right now.”“I’m not joking.” She twists her lips, almost annoyed at my disbelief. “Since months ago, no one can reach outside. Phones don’t work. Computers don’t connect. Everything is locked down. That’s why Ronan couldn’t contact you. That’s why you couldn’t reach him either.”Her words land like stones in my stomach. No network? No outside contact at all? My fingers itch for my phone even though I already know it’ll be useles

CallaHis hand is cold against mine. Too cold. I rub my thumb over his knuckles the way someone rubs a lamp, like if I keep at it something will happen. Like friction equals life. Like a stupid equation I can solve with enough tears.“You hear me, Ronan?” I whisper, pressing my lips near his ear even though I know I’ve been saying the same damn thing for days and the answer has always been the same silence. “I’m not leaving, so you better stop making me look like some fool sitting here crying over you.” My voice breaks on the last word and it sounds pathetic even to my own ears. Hot tears slide down my face anyway. Fine. Let them see.The beeping from the monitor next to him is steady and small, a metronome that becomes the room’s only rhythm. His chest barely lifts under the blanket. Every shallow rise is a punch in my gut. I watch, willing, waiting, until my eyes burn.Then something so slight I almost miss it shifts.A twitch. The tiniest scrape of movement in his fingers. I catch

CallaThe ravenous look in those gold eyes I recall perfectly made my nipples hard. He settles himself between my thighs, his tongue running around his lips. I watch him gently take off his pants, his cock springing out like it's been fighting for freedom.He comes up to me, my eyes follow his length as my hand holds him firmly. I can feel the pulse of each vein lining around his hardness.“Ugh, fuck.” He groans out, wincing his left eye.My wetness burns at the sound. My stomach flutters, my lips part in a sharp intake of breath. His voice, deep and strained, travels through every nerve in me like a lightning strike, and I can’t help squeezing him tighter, feeling him twitch in my palm as though he’s alive on his own.His head falls forward, mouth hovering so close to my cheek that his breath fans over my skin desperately. My own chest rises and falls, breasts pressing up as if begging for his touch. His hand doesn’t wait long, sliding across my waist, gripping the side of my hip pos

Ronan I lie back, panting hard, my chest heaving like I just came out of a battle I shouldn’t have survived. My whole body feels different, stronger, steadier, alive in a way I haven’t felt in months. Every breath doesn’t feel like it’s cutting me apart anymore. It fills me. It fuels me. I can feel my own strength pulsing back through my veins like it had just been waiting for this moment to return. The bond… the mark… it’s there now. I can feel it locked inside me, binding me to her in a way I can’t describe without sounding insane. It’s not just a pull in my chest. It’s like my soul finally found the other half it had been clawing toward. And the moment it sealed, everything broken in me started stitching itself back together. I turn my head and look at Calla. She’s lying beside me, her skin flushed, her lips swollen from my mouth and I've never been more satisfied, her chest rising and falling in shaky breaths. Her eyes are wide, shimmering in the low light, and I know she fe