All Chapters of A Rival for the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Grey.I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking as I reached for the side of Stiles’s neck.There was a needle on his neck.I touched it.And he winced.“Ouch! What’s that?” he asked.“There’s… there’s something on your neck. I… it’s a needle,” I whispered.“Fuck! Can you take it out?” he asked.I nodded, my eyes still on the small silver thing that was stuck in his flesh.“Hold still,” I whispered. My voice sounded small in the wrecked room.“Okay.”I gripped the end of the needle and pulled it out in one quick motion.Stiles winced, his hand flying to the small drop of blood on his skin.Quickly, I grabbed the first-aid kit that was by the side of the room and started cleaning the wound with an alcohol wipe.A few minutes later, I was done cleaning.“I think that thing was like a heavy sedative,” I said, checking the liquid left in the needle. “Luckily, you’re a Beta. An ordinary wolf like me would be out for three days.”“That’s wickedness. Thankfully you weren't hit with that

RivenI stared at the man standing in the doorway, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My heart felt like it had been dropped into a bucket of ice.I couldn't believe my eyes."Master Brooks?" I whispered. My voice was trembling.I turned my head toward Sky. Sky was staring at the floor, his jaw tight.Fuck…What the hell…Inside my mind, everything started to click together.The words of my father.“Master Brooks is respected. But he refuses to involve himself in pack politics.”"Riven," he called first.“Master… Brooks?” I called again, unsure."Are you... really… is it you?” I asked, my voice cracking. "You—you're the… the UN? You?"Master Brooks leaned against a metal table, looking at us like we were broken toys.He smiled, the thick wrinkles on his eyes squeezing."You look shocked, Riven," Brooks said, his voice sounding nothing like what I was hearing minutes ago at the intercoms."Did you really think I was just a lonely old man living in a hut at the Traditional Site?

RivenThe silence that followed the sword’s thrust was more deafening than the explosion that had leveled the house.I felt my soul tear. Like… I felt a physical, violent ripping deep inside my chest where the bond had lived.The thread that connected my heartbeat to his snapped, sending a cold, killing frost through my entire nervous system."Sky..." I tried to whisper, but my voice was gone.Master Brooks didn't move. He stood over Sky’s slumped body. He pulled the silver blade out of Sky’s chest with a sickening, wet slither. Blood.Fuck, that was… Sky’s blood—the blood of the guy who had held me just last night—coated the floor in this… sick room, spreading into… into a pool.My mind snapped. At that point, the boy who had been afraid, who was scared and pleading, died right there on that floor alongside Sky.Something else took his place. Something ancient, dark, and fueled by a grief so heavy it could crush mountains.I didn't just feel my wolf now; I felt the entire weight of t

Riven"Wait a second," I said, looking at Stiles. "How did you even get there? How did you find us, and how did you know we were wherever you saw us?"Stiles crossed his arms over his chest. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Man, after that explosion at the house, everything was a total mess. We were losing our minds. We thought we had lost you both for good. But then Grey started digging through the glass and the wreckage. He found a tiny, crumpled piece of paper on the floor. It had an address scribbled on it. And it specifically said it was the West and it clicked. we felt someone had purposely dropped that crumb there for us."Sky let out a weak cough, clutching his chest. "It had to be one of Stan’s boys," Sky said."Stan was a tough guy, but he always tried to recruit people who had a little bit of a conscience under him. Someone in that group probably didn't want us to die. They wanted you guys to find us before it was too late."“That reminds me. What about Stan?” Stiles

Sky(Six Months Later...)Six months had passed since the nightmare at the UN base.For us, the world was quiet now. We had found a small, modern house tucked away near the coast, far from the Silverfang territory and even further from the reach of the West. For the first time in our lives— or mine— I felt peace. I felt free.The air smelled like freedom. We had settled into a place we truly believed was safe. And yes, it was. It had been for the past six months. No stress, nothing. Now, we owed no one. No pack and no organization.I was standing in the kitchen, the sunlight streaming through the window and hitting the smooth countertop.I was focused on the stove, humming a low tune to myself. The sizzle of the pan was a peaceful sound of what I loved to do.I was busy frying up some eggs and thick sausages for breakfast. The kitchen was warm, filled with the delicious scent of butter and herbs.Suddenly, I felt a familiar warmth against my back. Two strong arms wrapped around my wai