Semua Bab Behind His Mask: My Hockey Alpha: Bab 21 - Bab 25

(Kaelan’s POV)Inside, the view shifted. The dirt road widened, lit by oil lamps hanging from wooden posts. Wooden houses lined up like parts of a living fortress: training huts, armories, meeting halls—laid out neatly, yet blending with the forest instead of opposing it. A few packmates passed by, bowing their heads in respect once they recognized who was walking through. Their scent—oil, earth, fur—gripped my nose like home.My car rolled into an open field in the middle of the camp, the spot where “unusual vehicles” were usually parked. Human cars were allowed here, but they weren’t left unattended. A closed garage stood off to the side, and a few warriors drove my car inside to keep it safe.“We’ll lock it up, and the evening patrol will guard it. No one touches it without your permission, Alpha,” one of the guards said, signaling me to stop parking. That simple ritual reminded me: peace here always came at the cost of vigilance.My steps echoed across the field as I got out of the

(Rhea's POV)I always thought my little apartment in the heart of Elaria was the safest place in the world. A simple room on the sixth floor, a window looking out over the busy street, shelves full of oil paints, and the smell of canvas that kept me company every night. But this morning, when I stepped back into that space, that feeling of safety felt fragile — like cracked paint on an old wall, just waiting to fall away.The door clicked shut behind me. I froze, staring at my tiny sofa, the messy coffee table, the stacks of books and sketches in the corner. Everything looked the same. That was the problem — I’d changed.I leaned my weight against the door and shut my eyes. Breathing felt heavy, like someone had tied my chest. Kaelan’s words kept echoing in my head, like a sound that wouldn’t fade.“Without me, you’re not safe, Rhea.”I shook my head hard as if that could shake him out of my skull. “I’m fine. I’m safe here,” I muttered, though my voice nearly broke.I forced myself to

(Rhea's POV)The night air stabbed my lungs like cold needles. I was still on the fire escape outside my apartment, body rigid, hands trembling as they clutched the cold, dew-slick railing. Callum’s fight above still shook the air—loud crashes mixed with low growls that kept the hair on my neck standing.But that wasn’t what froze me.At the bottom of the stairs, someone stood.Or something.A tall figure, broad-shouldered, long black hair hiding part of his face. Even in the dim glow of the streetlight I could see his eyes—burning red, like living embers cutting straight into me.“Beautiful.” His voice was hoarse but oddly echoed like two tones at once. “Hale blood. I’ve finally found it.”My chest felt crushed. He knew my name. He knew who I was.I gripped the railing tighter. “D-don’t come any closer.” My voice cracked, more a whisper than a threat.The figure lifted his head fully. His smile was wide, showing teeth far too long for a human. “The more you resist, the louder your bl