Semua Bab Falling for the Hot Alpha Hockey Star: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Cassandra’s POVYou think you know obsession. You think you know what it feels like to live and breathe someone so much that every thought, every move, every heartbeat is about them. You don’t. Not unless you’ve spent your whole life wrapped around the edges of Ryder.I didn’t start like this. I started small, innocent or as innocent as a thirteen-year-old girl can be when her best friend’s older brother is everything she wants but can never have. He was my world back then, even if he didn’t see it. He didn’t notice me the way I noticed him, but that didn’t stop me from trying. I memorized his schedule, the way he laughed, the way he frowned when someone pissed him off. I memorized his friends, his habits, his favorite songs. I memorized the way he looked at the world with this… dangerous charm that made every girl spin into orbit.And I hated them for it. I hated every girl who got close. Because they had him. They got his attention. They got his laugh and his smile and the little sp

Nyx’s POVWe all know I agreed I was gonna be calm about this, but on second thoughts, Have you ever found out something so ridiculous you have to sit down or you’re going to punch a wall? That was me when I confirmed it Ryder, my oh-so-brilliant older brother, was actually dating Alpha Reed’s daughter.Yeah. That Alpha Reed. The one with more enemies than friends, the one whose name still makes half the pack tense up like someone just cocked a gun. And Ryder thought it was a good idea to stick his tongue down his daughter’s throat? Genius move. Really. Ten out of ten.So I did what any loving, responsible sister would do. I marched to his dorm on campus, ready to burn it to the ground if I had to.He opened the door like he wasn’t expecting the storm standing in front of him. “Nyx.”“Don’t ‘Nyx’ me,” I snapped, shoving past him and stepping into his room. “What the hell is wrong with you?”He shut the door behind me, jaw tightening. “What now?”“Don’t play dumb.” I spun on him. “You’

Skylar’s POV I was still grinning like an idiot from Ryder’s public apology because yes, I was still thinking about it when one the school’s vice principal, Mr. Halloway came striding across the field urghhhh I hate him. I swear, the man has this uncanny ability to make every cell in your body tense the second he shows up.“Attention, students,” he began, and the groans from the crowd were almost audible even over the post-game chatter. “We’re going to move on to the internship and training program assignments. This includes a whole lot from all the departments but we'll deal with those that directly affect the school. First off, sports management, medical support for our athletes, and specialized roles for our seniors who will be competing internationally.”I blinked. Wait, what? Did he just say “internship”? Wasn’t this a school? Not a corporate battlefield? And yet, somehow, being told that we were all going to suddenly be assigned to “important responsibilities” felt like steppin

Skylar's POV I woke up to the sound of shouting before my alarm even had a chance to betray me. Normally, I could blame it on the city, the traffic, or my terrible neighbors, but no this was purely internal campus drama. Or, more accurately, the loud, self-important ego of one senior I had good reason to despise. His name was Kieran, and the man apparently thought every dorm room in the building existed solely to broadcast his authority.“Rise and shine, amateurs!” he bellowed, rapping on doors like he was auditioning for a percussion ensemble. “We’ve got work to do! Clean. Move. Don’t make me come back!”Mila groaned next to me, her blanket wrapped around her like a life preserver. “Sky, I swear, if he wakes me up one more time before coffee, I’m leaving a voodoo doll in his locker.”I smirked, trying to match her energy but failing miserably because my brain was still buffering. “You’d have to make it first. I don’t think you can even find scissors before your third sip of caffeine

Skylar's POV I froze in place, staring at the monitor, my hands shaking as if they had a mind of their own. The alarms were screaming, the red lights flashing, and I knew instantly that I had messed up. Not just a little, not just a stumble this was a full-blown, get-noticed, everyone’s-looking-at-you kind of mistake.My brain screamed for Ryder to help me ask Malia to step in. Surely she’d step in if he asked, I mean…well you know what I mean. Except he didn’t.He just stood there, watching, jaw tight, expression unreadable, and I swear, if I could have thrown him at the mannequin, I would have.And then I heard her voice.“Skylar!”It was sharp. Condescending. My stomach sank.I turned, and there she was...“Seriously?” she snapped. “You’re supposed to be helping, and you almost killed the patient. What are you even doing here?” Malia finally snapped:) I guess she couldn't take my bullshit anymore. My mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Nothing came out except a pathetic squeak.