All Chapters of Falling for the Hot Alpha Hockey Star: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Skykar's POV I stormed down the hallway, my chest tight, my hands shaking with frustration. Ryder had pushed me too far this time. Every word, every smirk, every infuriatingly charming smile ran through my head, making my blood boil. I thought I could escape the chaos he dragged into my life, but of course, he wasn’t done with me yet.Before I could turn the corner, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and stopping me. I yanked, but he stepped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.“Skylar, wait..” he started.“Let go of me, Ryder! I’m done with this!” I snapped, trying to pull free.He didn’t move. Instead, he stepped closer. My heart thumped in a weird way anger and something else I didn’t want to admit swirling inside me.“Just listen for a second,” he said, voice low.Before I could answer, he leaned in and kissed me. And I struggled so hard to free myself from him but to no avail. I pushed against him, hands on his chest, trying to create so

Lily's POV I’ve been chasing these bikers for years, and not just because I like motorcycles. Not just because they make me want to punch something. I chased them because they took everything from me at once. My family, my home, my life before it got messy, before it got dark. My sister, who's now missing… she was gone before I fully knew her, before anyone knew her. My parents… the same. And all I have left is a rage that doesn’t quit and a badge that lets me hunt people like them without getting arrested. And now I need to know where my sister is before I complete my revenge. I’ve spent hours in the dark, reading about packs, alphas, low-level muscle, rogue werewolves, gangs that think they’re untouchable. I know their language. I know the hierarchy. I know the rules they follow, the rules they think they can break. And the worst part? Most of them think they’re smarter than they are. That’s where I come in. That’s where I win. I'm a human that is accessible to more knowledge than

Skykar's POV The police drama had ended and this guy literally wanted me to return to the dorm just like that? And let those seniors punish me, after risking all this for him? Crazy. I told him I was coming with him.That’s how it started. No plan. No thinking. Just pure, stupid hatred and maybe some jealousy.He said, “Sky, you’re not coming.”And I said, “Watch me.”We were in the parking lot behind the station, the sun already went down and that little orange light was present. You know the one that makes everything look like a crime scene photo and Ryder, he looked tired, the kind of tired that came with being responsible for idiots meaning the biker who nearly killed a woman and, apparently, me now.I could tell he wanted to say something smart. Something like, ‘You’ll just be in the way.’ But he didn’t. Probably because I was already on his bike with my helmet on.He groaned. “Sky, this isn’t school. You don’t just tag along because you’re bored.”“Bored?” I snapped, shutting

Skykar's POV I don't even know when I fell asleep but I suddenly twitched and got up as I felt myself being lifted before I even opened my eyes. Ryder’s arms wrapped around me like he was afraid I might escape mid-step, though honestly, I didn’t think my knees could hold me up if I tried. I stayed completely still, pretending I was fully asleep, letting him carry me down the hallway. I could feel his hands shifting now and then, like he was fighting this magnetic pull toward me he didn’t want to give in to. He didn’t, though, not completely. I could sense the restraint in every muscle. Ryder always made a room smell like him, whether he realized it or not. I let my head rest against his chest, soft, like a doll too lazy to move, while he carried me.“Wake up,” I whispered under my breath, though I knew he didn’t need me to. He was aware of every flicker of tension in me, every twitch of my fingers.When he reached the room, he lowered me onto the bed carefully, like I might shatter

Skykar's POV I woke up slowly, half-blind from the sunlight streaming in through Ryder’s curtains. My head was pounding in the way it only does when you’re not hungover but somehow still questioning every life choice you’ve ever made. And then I saw him.Ryder was standing by the door, arms crossed, just staring. Not doing anything else. Just looking. Like I was a painting he couldn’t stop staring at.“You’re… really pretty,” he said, quiet. No smirk. Just… quiet.I froze. First, because hello, that’s the kind of thing you don’t wake up to. Second, because wow, that’s terrifyingly personal. And third, because my brain refused to process whether he meant it as a compliment or a prelude to whatever trouble he had planned for the day.“Uh… thanks?” I croaked, sitting up, blanket twisting around me like it had a mind of its own.“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head. His hair was still messy in that ‘I didn’t try but somehow look perfect’ way. I decided that even the universe was mockin