All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha and His Secret Omega: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV: LutherThe sound of her scream still tore through me, even though her chest had healed, even though the glow from that cursed necklace had stitched her life back together before my eyes. I had felt her slipping away under my hands. I had tasted death on her lips. And then the Seal had dragged her back, alive, radiant, untouchable.The stadium was chaos. People shouted, chairs clattered, footsteps thundered against the stands. But all I saw was her. Lara. Palee, trembling, her body still weak in my arms.I scooped her up against my chest and carried her out of the rink. She clung to me, her breath shallow, her eyes glazed. Every step I took was a battle not to lose control, not to go back and rip Reis’s throat out in front of everyone. He had aimed at me. He had missed. He had shot her.

POV: Mixed (Lara + Luther)The chamber was still humming with Elijah’s words when Luther dragged me out, his grip firm on my wrist. His silence scared me more than his growls. He didn’t stop until we were outside, away from the elders’ eyes, the torches flickering against his sharp profile.“Don’t listen to him,” Luther said finally, his voice low, almost a growl. His hand tightened on mine. “You are mine, do you understand that?”, he said, holding my hands. I nodded, my lips parting to answer, but my throat was too dry. The fire in his eyes terrified me and thrilled me at the same time. He pulled me into his arms, burying his face against my neck where his mark still burned. His tongue flicked against it posses

POV: LaraThey dragged Luther away in chains. His blood left a dark trail across the dirt, each drop like a dagger to my heart. His eyes found mine before they forced him into the dungeon, and the look in them broke me—pain, fury, and a silent plea that I not give in.I pressed my palm to the mark on my neck, still burning faintly from his bite. I wanted to scream, to fight, to rip the elders apart for letting this happen. But the guards held me back, their claws digging into my arms.When the crowd dispersed, silence swallowed the arena. Torches flickered weakly against the stone walls. That was when Reis appeared, stepping out of the shadows, his smirk as cruel as ever.“You saw it yourself,” he said smoothly, circling me like a p

POV: LaraThe moon hung high and heavy above us, silver and merciless. The pack had gathered in the clearing, their glowing eyes fixed on me as though I were prey. The fire pit burned in the center, throwing sparks into the night, the air thick with smoke and expectation. The air itself seemed alive, humming with power, with judgment.I stood beside Luther, my hand locked in his, my heart pounding so hard I thought the entire pack must hear it. His body radiated heat beside me, steady and powerful, but when his thumb brushed against mine, I knew he was holding back the same storm that churned inside me.The eldest elder lifted his staff, the silver tips gleaming in the moonlight. His voice rang out, deep and heavy. “Tonight, the Seal will speak. Tonight, the moon will decide if the bond between wolf and mate i

POV: LutherThe elders led us into the heart of the temple, their staffs striking the stone floor with slow, deliberate rhythm. The air was thick with incense, the scent sharp and heavy, curling through the cavernous hall. At the center stood a bed of furs, spread beneath the carved moon symbol etched deep into the floor.I knew what this meant. And so did Lara.Her hand trembled in mine, but she didn’t pull away. Her eyes darted between the elders, then up to me, wide and uncertain. I squeezed her hand gently, forcing calm into my voice even as fury burned in my chest.“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered.Her lips parted, trembling. “If I don’t, they’ll take you from me.”