A Rival for the Hockey Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

Sky.Four days later... The watch on my wrist. Tick. Tick. Tick.The sound was strangely loud, enough for me to hear.And with every one of those ticks, there came a loud bang in my head—a big bang, a hard beat in my chest.Every second felt like a hammer hitting a nail. It was nearly midnight.My phone buzzed for the umpteenth time that night.Messages. Checkups. Just to make sure everything I needed was in place.The UN was waiting. Waiting for my final mission. The news of the dead Alpha, Riven Blackthorn.And then there was me. For the past five days, I had planned and unplanned. Confounded in myself, I braced myself, trained my mind—For what was about to be done.I was done. I felt like this was it. This was the time I either paid or got paid.I was done being the puppet. I was done being the bad guy who hurt the only person who actually made me feel human.And now, it was time. Time for me to move.I checked my gear. Jumped down from the tree where I had been monitoring moveme

Sky.Three days had passed since the night Alex died. The school was in a state of high alert, but for most students, the focus was on the championship game. It was only a few days away. Our team mourned him for less than one day before practice and games resumed.The air in Silverfangs was thick with excitement and nerves.Since that night—the speculated night of the mission—when the UN called me and I ignored their calls, my phone had been dead silent.No more calls. No more texts. But that silence—that silence was exactly what was eating me up. That silence was the scariest thing in the world, and I knew what such silence meant. It meant that they weren’t trying to talk anymore. It meant they were acting. And the act—I had no idea what it was.I was barely sleeping these days. Sleep was for the innocent, and I was far from it.I wasn’t going to my own classes anymore. It was of no use now.I spent every hour lurking in the shadows near Riven’s dorm. I watched every person who walke

Sky CHAMPIONSHIP DAY...The championship game was in the first minutes.The crowd was screaming so loud that the floor was shaking.Silverfangs and Northfield — the scoreboard was in our favour. Riven was a beast on ice. And me, on the other hand, I didn't care about anything.Nothing at all. Just Riven.Before the game started, I had spotted him — Vance. His eyes said it all. He was ready, and I knew it.From the first minute, I was prepared. Prepared for anything. I didn't let him get close to Riven.I was more like a shadow than a teammate. I was skating right behind Riven even when I should be chasing the puck. The coaches were screaming at me from the sidelines, but I didn't care.I may come off as that stupid player who was just doing nothing on the ice, but I don't care. If only I could protect him on this field, then I think I would be done. Maybe.Every time I turned, number 44 was there.Vance.Suddenly, a Northfield jersey slammed into me. It was a hard, dirty hit that kno

RivenI sat on the floor in the corner of my room, my knees pulled up to my chest. The lights were off, but the darkness didn't help. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the cold wind of the ice rink.I saw Sky’s face—not the guy who held me close to himself, whose heat had given me warmth. Whose presence gave me a sense of peace, the kind that I hadn't ever felt. One who made my wolf claws run wild in excitement.But… a stranger with a blade. Meant to take my life.I couldn't move from the spot where I had found myself. I had been here, in the same clothes from yesterday.My heart was aching, burning. I wanted to cry, if I still could, but I was cold now.How could someone hold me like I was precious, fragile, and then try to rip the life out of me the next day?Did he really hate me that much? Is that why he left? Was I the mission? His next target—is that why he said those things? Just so he could do it? Kill me?But I thought my father… I thought he was the mastermind. How? …A so

Stiles.(Two days back.)The game had ended. The silence in the pack, in the team, everywhere, was eerie.Just yesterday, Skyler had been arrested for a murder attempt and a murder.Literally, this guy would have killed Riven if the goddess of luck wasn't by our side.How would I have told the tales that someone I was with was suddenly now more—my Alpha.The game had been cancelled. The game was a tie, but because Northfield couldn't continue due to the casualty, it made us the winner by default, even if I kind of think they deserved this trophy for what had just taken place.I was finally on my way out from my dorm, about to step out of school to go home. This place was no fun anymore.Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me—fast, heavy, and desperate.“Stiles!” the familiar voice called before I could turn around.My head snapped backwards, and I saw him. Grey.I furrowed my brows, watching him.His face was red. He was shaking, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He looked brok