Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Rival for the Hockey Alpha : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Sky.I opened the door upon hearing the bell ring and…My heart sank.“Riven,” I called, my voice low without my knowledge.My heart started beating faster.He didn't respond to me.He pushed the door further apart and then he stepped inside. I walked backwards, and he closed the door behind him.It was now just the two of us inside there. One hand in his pocket. His face looked calm, but his eyes were dull.Yes. He smelled like alcohol.But he didn't look like he was drunk.He just stood there behind the closed door, watching me.I… I didn't know what to say. It's been days. Days since that incident.Yes, I didn't leave. I waited. I waited to see the outcome of this. I couldn't leave even if I wanted to because what would I tell the UN was my reason for wanting to leave?All this while, I noticed Riven had avoided my presence like a plague. He had walked out of the ice twice or more upon my arrival.I didn't have the fortitude to confront him. And even if I gathered the momentum, what

Riven.“What do you want from me, Skyler?” The words came out of my mouth. I had never, ever, in my entire life been so attached to anyone as I was to this murderer.I had not been myself. I had suddenly turned into an alcoholic. I isolated myself, and it was all because of him—Skyler.My days suddenly transitioned from white to black.And just when I thought I was coming here to confront him, like Stiles had suggested—maybe know why he did what he did? Even when I knew too well that nobody, for any fucking reason, should murder another—Even when I knew that murder has no excuse—I still wanted to hear him. I still convinced myself that I needed to hear him out.And now, I was here with him, not even asking him anymore.Not even caring about anything else—the murder, anything. All I cared about was him. Just him.And now, just a moment ago, I had admitted to myself that this… this wasn't just a mate bond. No, it wasn't. Like I fucking liked—no, scratch that. I loved this psychopath.

Riven.My eyes flew open at that announcement. He had added another lube, and I felt his finger again at the entrance of—My eyes widened. My mouth parted. I couldn’t even say anything; I just lay there.It was a totally different kind of pain from the one finger.“Riven, are you ok? Should I stop?” he asked with a voice full of concern.I didn't respond because… I couldn't even.Finally, he was all in.He waited, allowing me to adjust to the new addition.My eyes opened.“You ok?” he asked.I nodded barely. “Yes. Move,” I demanded.And his hand started moving, slowly.As he did, his pace increased, the pain decreased, and pleasure increased.I bit my lips. “Sky…” I called, looking at his face. “Oh… oh… oh…”His finger kept going in and out of me now at a faster pace.“Oh my fucking—ah… ah…” I wasn’t thinking straight anymore, not with how much he was ramming that finger in and out of me.“Sky…” I called, in between moans.His gaze shifted to my face.“I want it in,” I whispered.He b

Riven.My hand flew to my ass, covering and clutching my butt crack as I walked over to the closet in slow, grandpa steps.“This is Skyler’s fault,” I muttered to myself.I took out a cloth to wear and… threw it on.Guess I would just lie down and wait until he was done.---After what seemed like forever, he was back in the bedroom. I didn't open my eyes; I was half asleep.Then he sat beside me, leaning down.“Hi, princess,” he called into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.“Don't call me that. You don’t have the right to,” I warned in a sleepy voice, my eyes still closed.“I don’t, but it doesn't change the fact that you are.”I rolled my eyes inwardly. “Whatever.”“Come on. The tea is ready, princess,” he said, placing a soft kiss on my lips.“You don't want it cold.”He stood up, and my eyes opened. I was feeling a tiny headache.Then he stretched forth his hand, lending me support, but I didn't want all that stupid sympathy.I slapped the hand off.“I will do it myself.”He

Stiles.It's been days since I last saw Grey. I knew he lost his father, and I was very sorry.I hadn't had the time to see him, as he probably wasn't in school anymore—until all burial rites were done.But now, I had navigated his dorm, and I was on my way there to go pay him a visit.Exactly the kind of peaceful dorm a person of class should have. Unlike me, who surrounded myself with those nuisances.I smiled. Just kidding. Having those friends around me was a blessing and a curse too. But I still chose it—unless when I needed my peace.I had finally gotten to the place, and I pressed the doorbell.I wasn't sure if he was home since he had refused taking calls, but I just hoped for the best.Suddenly, I heard the door unlocking from the inside. The door opened, and there—Grey.My heart dropped.Damn… this guy…He wasn't looking like himself. Even without knowing, anyone could see that life had taken a toll on him. His curly hair was there, but the dark circles under his eyes were