All Chapters of Falling for the Hot Alpha Hockey Star: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~Ryder~I gripped the wheel so hard steering creaked under my palms, foot mashed to the floor like if I drove fast enough I could outrun the image of Skylar being dragged into the dark. Zane was shotgun, silent for once, staring out the window like he was counting streetlights to keep from punching me himself. Mila was in the back, knees up, phone clutched like a lifeline, muttering curses every time we hit a red light.The whole ride my nose was burning with that scent, wolf, rage, old blood debt. It hit me halfway across town who it had to be. Only one person would be stupid enough or bold enough to pull this in the middle of a crowded place and leave a note that basically screamed “come get me, asshole.”Grek.Malia’s older brother.The reasonable one. The mature one. The one who never raised his voice, never threw the first punch, never needed to because everyone knew what happened when he finally snapped.I jerked the wheel left onto their street without signaling, tires screechi

~Skylar~I woke up with my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it, and for a second, I thought maybe I’d just had the worst hangover of my life after one too many shots at that stupid party. But nope, this wasn’t my bed, and there was no fuzzy blanket or the smell of Ryder’s cologne mixed with coffee. Instead, it was some dingy room that smelled like damp wood and old takeout, and my wrists were tied behind my back with what felt like zip ties digging into my skin. Panic hit me like a truck wait, no, like the actual truck I’d been in before everything went black. Shit, this was real. I was kidnapped. Me, Skylar, the girl who could barely tie her own shoes without tripping, was actually in some messed-up kidnapping scenario.I tried to sit up, but my arms wouldn’t budge, and that’s when I saw him. Jace. Ryder’s right-hand man, the guy who always had that smirk like he knew something you didn’t, sitting in a rickety chair across from me, arms crossed, watching me like I was

RyderI was losing my goddamn mind.We’d been tearing through those old files for hours, Zane and me crammed in the pack house basement . My eyes burned, my coffee tasted like acid, and every time I blinked I saw her face from the last time we talked: that little half-smile she gave when she thought I wasn’t looking, like she was secretly proud of me for not being a total disaster for five minutes. Now she was gone, taken by my own brother, and the only thing keeping me from punching holes in walls was the fact that Zane kept shoving cold water in my hand and saying shit like “breathe, man, you’re gonna stroke out before we find her.”I finally slammed the laptop shut so hard the screen cracked. “Enough. I’ve got it. Warehouse off 17. It’s gotta be there.”Zane looked up from the map he’d been marking up like we were in some shitty crime show. “You sure? Last time we followed Jace’s breadcrumbs we ended up in a ditch with silver buckshot in our asses.”“Yeah, well, this time I’m not w

Skylar Ryder killed the engine but didn’t move. “I’m not going in. You know they don’t like me. Never have. And now? With all this? They’ll see me and think I turned you into some monster. I’m dropping you off, Sky. You go talk. I’ll wait in the truck.”I turned on him so fast my seatbelt jerked. “No. You’re not dropping me off like I’m some kid you babysat for the weekend. You’re coming in. This is about us. About what Jace said. About what they did or didn’t do. You don’t get to bail because Dad glares funny.”“Sky, come on… ” He rubbed his face hard, like he could scrub the whole morning away. “Your mom’s gonna cry your dad’s gonna yell, your sister’s gonna make it ten times worse with her stupid comments, and I’m gonna be standing there like the bad guy who kidnapped their baby girl even though it was Jace. I’m trying to protect you from that shitshow.”“Protect me?” My voice cracked higher than I wanted. “You think leaving me to face them alone protects me? I just turned into a

Skylar I was still sitting on that stupid bench outside the precinct when my phone buzzed again. Not Mila this time. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, I thought it was some reporter sniffing around the biker raid but I answered anyway, voice flat. “Yeah?”“Skylar.” Margaret Reed’s voice. My mom. Calm, like she was calling about dinner plans. “We need to talk. Come home. Now.”I laughed. “Home? You mean the place where you killed my real parents and lied to me my whole life? Pass.”Silence on her end. Then, softer, almost gentle. “We know what happened last night. We know your bloodline… it’s waking up. We always knew it would. That’s why we took you in. To Protect you.”“Protected me?” I stood up, pacing the sidewalk. “You used me. You sent me to Ryder’s pack to spy. You wanted me to marry Liam so you could swallow his dad’s territory. Don’t act like you care now just because I grew fur and claws.”“We do care.” Richard’s voice cut in. he was on speaker. “You’re our daughter. Alwa