Semua Bab Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha : Bab 41 - Bab 49

~Rhett~It’s been days since I last saw Lucy. Days since she locked herself away, refusing to step out of her apartment. And maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s the weight of knowing I shattered her heart, but I feel weaker than I’ve ever been. Like I said, like I always feared, it’s as if all the light has been sucked out of me.I feel exactly as I did before she came into my life.I see it now. The irritable man I used to be, the one who never smiled, who wore nothing but that dry, cold expression as though it was etched into my skin. The man who had nothing to say, even to his own teammates. That man is back. And I can't help but admit that I hate that man.Because without Lucy, I’ve become him all over again. And my wolf has refused to speak to me, he has blocked me from reaching him.The stadium is alive, overflowing with fans. Cheers fill the air, chants echoing from every corner. The anticipation of facing the Highlanders should have my blood burning with excitement but none of it tak

Another dealI’m surprised by how warmly the warlocks receive us. They insist we rest and share a meal before the council meets. The kindness makes me uneasy. My chest feels heavy, my thoughts restless. I can't stop worrying about what they would ask in return.“Rhett, it’s time for the meeting,” Sunny says as he enters the guest room.I rise slowly from the couch, shaking my head.“What’s wrong?” he asks.“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Something feels off. What if they demand something we can’t give?”Sunny exhales, his gaze filled with worry. “Then we do whatever they want. I have a feeling it won’t be something impossible.”“I hope you’re right,” I mutter, following him out.The warlocks wait with an eerie calm that chills me to the bone. Their king, Cravin, sits smugly at the head of the round table, his eyes fixed on me with unsettling interest. The air is thick, very charged, and I force myself into my seat across from him.“Greetings,” I say with a measured smile. They only nod.Cra

The sweet, sharp aroma of coffee drags me out of what feels like the longest sleep. My head pounds as if someone slammed it against a wall, and my body feels heavy, weak and unsteady.“Oh God,” I groan, trying to push myself upright. The room spins and my stomach churns. My eyes land on the table beside me: a few tablets, a glass of water, and a folded note. I snatch the note up with trembling fingers.Good morning, sleeping beauty. I’m sure you’re suffering a terrible hangover. Take these, okay? I love you.The words bring last night back into focus. Freya. The bar. The drinks, too many of them.I swallow the pills, sip the water, and slump back against the pillows, waiting for the heaviness to ease. My mind flicks through the memories: dancing with strangers, laughing too loud. That part almost makes me smile. But then I remember spilling my heart to Freya, the hurt and bitterness tumbling out of me in drunken honesty. Shame covers me. If she weren’t my best friend, I’d never face h

~Lucy~The waves roll in and out, soft and steady, kissing the shore before pulling back again. I sit on the warm sand, my toes buried in it, watching the water glisten under the sun. The air smells of salt and freedom, carrying with it the cries of distant gulls. Palm trees sway gently, their shadows stretching long across the beach. For the first time in a long while, everything feels quiet, calm, like the world has paused just for me.And this is all I want, to be far away from everything, from everyone, until I can find my feet in society again. It’s been three weeks since I buried the past, and I hope, more than anything, that nothing drags me back there. I’ve learned something about myself—when I’m in love, I’m weak and desperate. I lose sight of what’s right, and all I want is to give my heart and body what they crave. But now, I’m working on that. I’m going to discipline myself, to make sure I control my emotions and never let my emotions control me. I will never appear weak f

It has been more than a week since I returned to the States. I haven’t stepped outside once, not even for a doctor’s appointment to check on the baby.I hate this pregnancy. The very thought of it fills me with anger. Yet Freya was right. Ending it would have meant I was too weak to face my problems—that I’d rather run from them than confront them. So I made a decision. I will keep the baby. In a few days, I may even return to Australia.I’m glad I didn’t follow that other voice, the one that told me not to come back here. At the time, the feeling was cold and heavy, almost like a warning. But I ignored it. I needed Freya more than I needed anything else. And I’m grateful I did. She has been nothing but supportive, pouring love and patience over me when I could barely stand. Without her, I’m certain I would have lost myself completely—maybe even ended up in a hospital.She helped me make sense of the chaos in my head, showed me how to hold my feelings instead of letting them drown me.