All Chapters of Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Look who we have here,” a familiar voice growls behind me.I turn, and there he is, the motherfucker himself. My bastard ex, Jim.My shoulders drop. I cross my arms. “Long time no see,” I say with a fake smile. “I’m so happy to see you, Jim.” The sarcasm drips.His face falls, slipping into that fake, sympathetic look I know too well. “Lucy, I know you hate me.”“I hate you?” I scoff. “Bro, I don’t feel anything for you. Do you really think I’d waste my time feeling anything for a cheater?”“I’m sorry, Lucy,” he says, giving me those eyes. “I haven’t been able to sleep or do anything right since you left me.”“I didn’t fucking leave you,” I snap, my anger rising. “You cheated on me.”“I… I know. And I’m deeply sorry, Lucy.” He lunges to grab my hand. I flinch and step back.“Don’t you fucking touch me!” I bark. “What the fuck do you want?”“I’m filled with regret. I’ve been ill. I’m not well. I want you back.” His tone drips with pity.I burst out laughing. “Do you hear how fucking r

~Lucy~The savory aroma of grilled chicken drifts into my room, pulling me out of sleep. My eyes flutter open, my brows knitting in confusion. I push myself up on the bed, trying to piece together how I ended up here.A glance at the clock makes my eyes widen. 10:00 a.m.“Goodness!” I gasp.And then it all rushes back: Jim’s abuse, Rhett’s furious fists slamming into him, the chaos of yesterday. I had been so dazed that I hadn’t fully processed it all.I swing my legs off the bed and hurry toward the dining room, hoping to see Rhett. But instead, my gaze lands on the dining table, an entire spread of delicious food was made just for me.I turn back and head to my room in search of my phone. After rummaging around, because of course, I can’t remember where I put it, I finally spot it on the couch, right where Rhett and I had sat when he brought me home. We hadn’t spoken much. I had just clung to him until sleep claimed me.Unlocking my phone, I’m met with many missed calls and frantic

She gulps again, frustration boiling wild. “Please don't do this to me,” she cries, tears welling in her eyes. That pricked me, I don't wanna hurt my shawty. “Rhett, I fucking want you! I've always wanted you! I'm begging you…” she says through gritted teeth. “I'm fucking begging, give it to me!”That’s all I need. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her passionately as if I could claim her with just my mouth, my hands everywhere at once, pulling her closer, lifting her onto the counter like she weighs nothing. She gasps into my mouth, her thighs parting without me asking. My wolf is roaring, my control hanging by a thread.“Good girl,” I growl against her lips. “Now I’m going to make sure you never doubt who you belong to again.”Her mouth is still open from that gasp when I kiss her again, I kiss her harder this time, stealing the air from her lungs, my hands greedy as they roam her body. She tastes like fire and sugar, addictive in a way that makes my wolf claw at me to just claim he

~Lucy~ “Dude, are you gonna pull yourself together and just freaking tell me what I need to hear?” Freya asks for what feels like the billionth time. It’s Saturday, and we’re out for our usual girls’ night at the club, well, whenever Freya’s off duty, of course. My bestie is a surgeon at the Capital Hospital. She’s always in demand, always busy. Sometimes too busy for herself. Since she started that job, I’ve had to get used to seeing her only about four times a week. Still, she’s my only true friend, my hangout buddy, my everything, so I learned to make do with the days without her. “It’s… um…” I start, but the words die on my lips as my cheeks heat up. I can’t help it. Just thinking about Rhett makes me glow with happiness. “Dude? Seriously? What has this man done to you?” she teases, laughing between words. “The last time I saw you this happy was… never. You’re like, radiant. Talk about a freaking miracle!” It’s…” I blush again, covering my mouth with my hand before final

Rhett doesn’t really like to talk much about himself. Truth is, we’ve never had a real conversation about each other until today. When I asked him, something flickered across his face, a shadow I couldn’t name, it was gone as quickly as it appeared.He didn’t say much, but now I know. Rhett, like me, is an orphan. Only… unlike me, who at least had an aunt to raise me, he had no one. He grew up in an orphanage. I can’t imagine how lonely that must have been, never knowing your parents, never having anyone to call family.He told me he never had friends either, only mingling with people in the line of his work. It makes sense now, his walls, his grumpiness, the way he’s kept women at arm’s length. He must be carrying so much weight, so much unspoken heartache.I want to ask him more. So many questions rest on the tip of my tongue. But I remember the flicker in his expression, the way his voice tightened. It’s clear he doesn’t want to linger on himself. Respecting that, I swallow my curi