All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha and His Secret Omega: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV: LaraThe silence after the Seal’s voice hit me like a physical weight, heavier than thunder. Smoke curled lazily from the cracked floor where the runes had burned. When I opened my eyes, the world wavered like heat rising from the desert. The fire was alive inside me now—restless, whispering, tugging at every heartbeat. I could feel it crawling through my veins, like molten metal, and it didn’t care about fear or hesitation. It demanded attention. It demanded me.The first figure I saw was Luther. He knelt on the scorched stone, fear etched into every line of his face. “Lara,” he said softly, as if my name could shatter if spoken too loudly. He reached for me, and sparks leapt from my skin, stinging his palm. He jerked back, eyes wide at the faint scorch mark I’d left. Guilt stabbed me immediately. I had never wanted to

Pov: LaraThe moment I stepped into the training hall, I felt it,the pulse of unease rippling through the air. The Elders had said that after the ritual, things would quiet down, but nothing about my life felt quiet anymore. The Seal hummed against my skin like a living heartbeat, always there, always listening.I hadn’t seen Reis since the night of the binding, and a part of me hoped I wouldn’t. But the bond had other plans. I could feel him—his thoughts brushing the edges of mine like restless wind. Luther felt it too. The tension between them had become a storm inside me, their emotions pulling me in opposite directions until I could barely tell which heartbeat was mine.I was arranging the scrolls on the table when the door opened behind me. The air changed instantly—charged, heated. I di

POV: LaraI didn’t sleep after the Trial.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw fire crawling through my veins—silver and red twisting together like vines made of light. The Seal wouldn’t rest. It pulsed with an energy that wasn’t entirely mine, whispering thoughts I couldn’t always understand.Luther stayed near my door that night. I could feel him through the bond, his heartbeat steady, his presence strong, like an anchor I didn’t deserve. Every few minutes, I heard the faint scrape of his boots as he paced outside, and I wanted to tell him to rest, but my voice felt trapped somewhere between guilt and exhaustion.By dawn, the whispers inside my head had changed. They weren’t words anymore—just sensations: heat, sorrow, a qu

Pov: Lara The first crack of thunder split the sky like a warning.Rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking the courtyard until it gleamed silver beneath the torches. The pack scattered for shelter, but Luther and I didn’t move. The Seal blazed against my throat, glowing brighter with every drop that hit it.Somewhere in the distance, a howl tore through the storm again—closer this time, heavier, almost human. My pulse quickened.“Stay behind me,” Luther said, his voice steady but rough.Lightning flared, and a dark figure stepped out from the trees. Reis. Water ran down his face, his hair plastered to his temples, but his eyes burned with the same impossible light as the Seal.

POV: Lara The night crept in quietly, too quiet for comfort. Even the forest seemed to hold its breath. Every shadow looked alive, every rustle whispered my name.Luther moved ahead of me, his body tense, eyes sharp. He carried no torch, relying only on the faint silver glow of the Seal at my throat to light our path. The mist had thickened again, curling through the trees like fingers of smoke.“We shouldn’t be running,” I said softly, breaking the silence.“We’re not running,” he replied without looking back. “We’re surviving.”But we both knew it was the same thing.I clutched the cloak tighter around me. The cold bit