All Chapters of Falling For The Alpha Hockey Player. : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Knox's POVThe arena is carved from ancient stone. This is where pack justice happens, where challenges are fought and Alphas prove their worth.Where I'm about to fail in front of everyone who's ever believed in me.The stands are filling quickly. Wolves from every corner of the Blackwood Pack streaming in to witness the trials. To watch their future Alpha prove he can still lead.Or watch him fall.I stand at the entrance to the arena floor, Maverick beside me. The noise of the gathering crowd washes over me— voices, footsteps, the crackle of torches.“You don't have to do this,” Maverick says quietly. “We could leave. Right now. Just walk away before it starts.”“And go where?” I don't take my eyes off the arena. “Running won't change what I am. And it won't give me back what I've lost.”“No. But it would keep you alive.”“For how long?” I finally look at him. “Without Cassie, without the bond completed— I'm dying anyway. At least this way, I go out fighting. Prove I tried.”Maveri

Cassie's POVThe pain hits me hard, causing me to groan. One moment I'm sitting in the apartment, staring blankly at a textbook I haven't absorbed a single word from. The next, agony explodes through my chest so intense, so visceral, that I can't breathe.I double over, my hands clutching at my ribs. It feels like something inside me is breaking, cracking, and splintering into pieces.“What—” The word comes out as a gasp. “What's happening?”The pain shifts. My jaw throbs like someone just punched me. My stomach clenches like I've been hit. My back screams like something heavy just slammed into it.But no one is touching me. I'm alone in my apartment. This doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense.Then, like ice water being dumped over my head, realization crashes through me.Knox.These aren't my injuries. They're his.The bond. The mate bond Maya told me about. The connection between us that makes us feel each other's pain.“No.” The word rips from my throat. “No, no, no.”Anoth

Cassie's POV My stomach plummets with dread in an instant. The word ‘barely’ hits me like a physical blow. Knox is alive, but barely.“What happened?” Adrian's hand finds mine, squeezing. “How bad is it?”“Bad enough.” The elder's voice is heavy with something that sounds like disgust. “He fought well for someone without a wolf. Lasted longer than many expected. But in the end,” he sighs. “Garrett beat him down. Multiple broken ribs, fractured jaw, internal bleeding. The boy passed out in the arena and hasn't woken up yet.”Hasn't woken up yet.The words echo in my head. Knox is unconscious. Badly injured. Maybe dying even now.“Alpha Warren?” Adrian asks quietly. “What did he do?”“Stood there and watched his son get beaten into the ground.” The elder's tone turns bitter. “He refused to call the trial even when it was clear Knox couldn't continue. Made Garrett keep hitting him until the boy finally passed out.”Horror crashes through me. Knox's own father stood there and let this ha

Maya's POV Cold dread settles in my stomach in an instant. Whatever my father wants to discuss, it won't be good. He doesn't summon people to his office for pleasant conversations.He summons them to deliver judgments. To issue commands. To remind them of their place in the pack hierarchy.And right now, after what just happened in the arena, after I screamed and tried to rush to Knox's side in front of everyone, I'm not sure what kind of judgment is waiting for me.I force myself to move down the steps, through the crowd, toward the exit that leads to the pack house.Wolves move aside as I pass, their expressions a mixture of sympathy and curiosity. They know I've been summoned. They're probably wondering what punishment awaits.So am I.The walk to the pack house feels too short and too long at the same time. Each step brings me closer to facing my father. To whatever cold fury he's hiding behind that emotionless mask.I reach his office door. My hand hovers over the handle, trembl

Alpha Warren's POVThe door closes behind Maya with a soft click. Silence fills my office once more, broken only by the faint crackling of the fireplace in the corner. I return to my desk, settling into the leather chair that has molded to my form over decades of rule.My daughter's tears don't move me. They can't. Sentiment is a luxury I abandoned long ago when I took the Alpha position.Leaders don't have the privilege of emotion. We make the hard choices. The necessary ones. Even when they tear our families apart.I pour myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the firelight. The burn down my throat is familiar and grounding.Knox's broken body being carried from the arena flashes in my mind. For a brief moment— so brief I almost don't acknowledge it— something that might be regret stirs in my chest.My heir. My son. Beaten unconscious because his wolf is dead and he's too stubborn to yield. Too much like me, perhaps. Though I would never admit that to anyone.I take an