All Chapters of Falling for the Hot Alpha Hockey Star: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

Skylar I was crashing on Mila’s couch that night, stuffed with ice cream and junk food, staring at the ceiling while she snored in the next room. My mind wouldn’t shut off. Ryder was still in that cell, I had begged my sister who was a lawyer to do something and after giving up half myself she was pulling strings for a bail hearing at dawn, and the Reeds were probably plotting their next move. I don't know why she helped me against our parents, her real parents which she never will, but shw did. But before all that before I faced my adoptive parents or the pack wars or whatever ancient power was bubbling inside me I needed to handle the small fish first. The ones who’d hurt me personally. Malia , that med school bitch who’d been undermining me since freshman year, almost beat me to death and caused a drift between I and my boyfriend. Liam Brooke, my cheating ex who thought he could use me like a trophy. And Sienna, the girl he’d screwed behind my back, all smug and manipulative like

Skylar I was in Ryder's truck again, rain still hitting the roof like it wanted in, and he was driving slower this time, like he was giving himself time to chicken out. My hands were clenched in my lap, nails digging into palms, because the last few days had been a nonstop gut-punch, betrayals stacking up, secret alliances popping like weeds, violence in the streets getting worse every night. Eli's crew hitting us harder, Steel Claw guys bleeding out in alleys, whispers in the pack that Ryder was losing his grip because of me. And through all of it, our bond kept pulling tighter, stronger, more dangerous. Passionate nights turning into screaming matches turning into desperate kisses where we'd cling like the world was ending. Each secret uncovered dragged us deeper love tangled with revenge, power struggles that felt like they were deciding if we'd live or die hating each other.He pulled into an empty lot off the highway, killed the engine, and just sat there staring at the steerin

~Skylar ~I was scrubbing out after what felt like the longest shift of my life when the trauma pager went off, major MVC, motorcycle versus truck, rider ejected, massive blood loss, critical, ETA two minutes. My stomach dropped before the name even hit the speakers. Ryder Kane. The words blurred together but his name cut through like a knife. I dropped the brush into the sink with a clatter and ran scrubs still on, hands dripping, badge slapping against my chest. The trauma bay doors flew open and the paramedics wheeled him in helmet cracked open like someone took a bat to it, leather jacket shredded, blood soaking the gurney sheets, face gray, eyes closed, chest barely moving. My knees almost gave out.“Ryder!” It ripped out of me louder than I meant raw, panicked, echoing off the walls. Nurses froze. Dr. Chen turned. “Reed, you’re too close.. ”“I’m not leaving him.” I shoved past, grabbed the IV line, started fluids with shaking hands but steady aim because I had to be steady. “Pu