All Chapters of Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Like I always say, fate has a way of disrupting my plans. I never know what direction the next second will take. I’ve been in awe of everything that’s been happening lately. My purpose in coming here was to be trained by this jerk Alpha—only for us to discover that my power is dangerous for him? What? Why? How? All these questions make me desperate to know everything about myself—my real identity, the destiny Mom spoke of. And the key to finding it all… is Atlas Lawson. The same man my powers claim I am forbidden for. I don’t care about his dislike for me. I can’t stand him just as much. And I don’t care that my powers are dangerous for him. If he’s the only one who can train me, then so be it. Nothing is going to stop me. I know he can see the desperation in my eyes, even though it means nothing to him. Still, I don’t care. “It will cost you a lot of pain to suppress her powers from crashing with yours,” the old man says, staring at me. And he doesn’t just stare when his ey

This little training has convinced me that Atlas is the only one who can truly help me. The way he explains things, his strict but simple methods… it doesn’t just come from knowledge. Training people to use their abilities feels like a power he possesses. A gift. And now it makes sense why they said I need him.But he isn’t convinced I'm ready. He believes I need more training. And I don’t have time for that. I need to help him do this. I’m certain that if I impress him, he’ll be forced to help me too. “Please… let’s give it a shot.” “If she believes she can do it, then let her try,” Rhett says. “No, Father.” Atlas shakes his head. “It’s too dangerous. I’ve seen her power—it’s not something to be toyed with. She doesn’t have control over it, and it could destroy her.” “Oh,” I scoff. “You suddenly care about me?” His glare becomes sharper, disgust flashing in his eyes at my words. And I understand his fear. It’s the same fear that brought me here. But I can do it. I know I

~Thorne~ “Alpha, let me treat your wounds,” she pleads between sobs. “It’s getting worse… you’ll catch an infection.” Catch an infection? Those words cut into me like knives. I am the Alpha of a powerful pack—the last thing that should ever dare come close to me is an infection. I’m not some fragile human. But now… I feel like one. I had gone out hunting, hoping to bring food back for my people before help arrived. But instead of hunting the animals, they hunted me. Because I am weak and barely able to shift. I should thank the stars I escaped at all, even though I was horribly bitten. And now here I am, bleeding, the wounds refusing to heal. I refused treatment, hoping my wolf would heal me. But nothing has changed. That damn girl. This is all her fault. She is the reason we are suffering. All because we refused to be fated to a lowly servant. Now my pack and I are dying slowly, with no hope of redemption, because I cannot find her. The men have become useless, so I sent t

My reputation has been completely tarnished. I made sure no one outside my pack discovered what Cynthy and her lover did to me. I warned those who witnessed my humiliation never to speak of it. But now it’s everywhere—pictures of that rogue hitting me, spread all over the news. And now I know the whole thing was a setup by Cynthy to destroy our pack. Had she always wanted my downfall? Was she just another enemy I kept under my nose? I can’t even begin to describe how deeply this hurts. I’ve been mocked, ridiculed, and now the packs that once protected us from attack have pulled back. I’m certain of one thing—the enemies are already preparing to strike. “There’s no one,” Kai says, his voice heavy with frustration. “What are we going to do now? This cannot be the end of us. How can rejecting a fated mate lead to so much destruction?” “We are suffering from her anger and pain. She is powerful,” Ali says weakly. Ali and the others have been praying non-stop, begging for mercy

I had a great time with Maximus yesterday. We spent the entire day and evening together, but unfortunately, he had to leave before nightfall. His presence healed my broken heart, filling me with hope and the desire to push forward. I’m so proud of how far he’s come and how things are finally falling into place for him. I can only hope for one thing—that he continues to soar higher. As for those bastards who ruined my life, this is just the beginning of their suffering. I will make sure they taste the bitterness of what they did to me and my mother. I drag my hands across my face, my heart heavy with anger and frustration. “Why didn’t I listen to him when he said I wasn’t ready?” I mutter, pacing back and forth. I don’t blame him for trying to kill me. The man already hates me. He doesn’t have a heart, unlike his mother, so he doesn’t understand. And does that justify what he did to me? No. But it’s my fault—I made him snap. Just like Lucy said, I need to make up for my mis