Semua Bab A Rival for the Hockey Alpha : Bab 261 - Bab 268

StilesThe phantom pain in my hand was a burning fire now. I followed the sound of the scream as I rounded the corner into the large prep kitchen."Hasima?” I called, a little louder than I intended to.She was slumped against a wooden counter, her face pale.A large tray of crystal glasses had shattered on the floor, and a jagged piece of glass had sliced deep into her forearm.Fuck.Blood was blooming across her dress, bright and terrifying. The kitchen staff were frozen in shock."Stiles..." she gasped, her eyes fluttering. The bond between us was screaming. I could feel her dizziness, her sharp fear, and the stinging heat of the cut."I’ve got you. I’ve got you," I whispered, lifting her up. Riven was right behind me, his face set in a grim line.“Come on, let's take you to the medic,” I said, about to lift her up."No, she's bleeding too much. I think we should take her to Grey. He will check her out first," Riven countered.I didn't wait. I carried her through the hallways, my h

GreyThe balcony was the only place where the air didn't feel like it was vibrating with stress. Below us, the palace grounds were a mess of white silk, moving trucks, and people screaming about where the flower arches should go. It looked like a war zone, just with more roses.Sky leaned his elbows on the stone railing and let out a long, dramatic groan. He looked like he wanted to jump—not to end it all, just to get away from the wedding planners."I am officially done, Grey," Sky muttered, rubbing his eyes until they were red. "If one more person asks me if the napkins should be 'eggshell white' or 'ivory,' I’m going to lose my mind. I’ll cancel the whole thing. Riven and I will just go get married in a basement somewhere."I leaned back, feeling the cool stone against my spine. I let out a dry laugh. "Believe me, I totally understand. This shit is stressful as hell.""Imagine how there are more than three hundred people planning this thing, and yet every single one of them thinks

Grey.The dining room was quiet, except for the sound of my fork hitting the ceramic plate.I was at our own house, away from the bustling space of the alpha's estate.Here, unlike that place, it was exactly the kind of calm I liked.My mother sat across from me, watching me with eyes that were too sharp for my liking.She always had a way of looking through me, like I was a glass of water she was inspecting for dirt."Grey," she started, her voice smooth. "Did you see your friend since you came back?"I didn't look up from my pasta. "Which friend, Mom? I have several.""The one who is getting married, of course," she said, leaning back.“Sky? What about him?” I asked.Then—“No, I don't mean Sky. I'm talking about Stiles."I felt a small sting in my chest at the mention of his name, but I kept my face blank, raising my head to meet my mother's gaze.I laughed softly. "What are you saying, Mom? He's not married and definitely isn't the one getting married."“But he has a mate. I heard

StilesThe clock on the wall said it was past midnight. I was lying down on the bed, thinking about nothing in particular when the front doors swung open. Riven and Sky walked in, looking serious like there was something going on. Their clothes were a little damp, and their faces were pale."Stiles!" Sky called out, his voice echoing. "Have you seen Grey?"I stopped, paused. My brows creased together as I stood up from the seat. "No. Why? What’s wrong?""We’ve been looking for him for hours," Riven said, wiping rain off his forehead. "He disappeared from the storage room earlier and no one has seen him since. He’s not in his suite either."I felt a sharp spike of panic. "Did you call his home? Maybe call his mother if he has gone home?""We did," Sky said, with a slightly trembling voice. "She said she hasn't seen him either. And it’s pouring outside. The temperature is dropping."Fuck…“Where could he have possibly gone?”“I don't know,” Riven said.I looked toward the windows. The r