All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha and His Secret Omega: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

POV: LaraThe temple still smoked behind us when we crossed the ridge at dawn. The air smelled of rain and ash, the scent clinging to my hair and skin as though the fire refused to let me go. Every step toward the pack settlement made my heart heavier. I wanted to believe the worst was over, but the Seal at my throat pulsed with a faint, restless rhythm that said otherwise.Luther walked beside me in silence. His clothes were torn, his hands raw from fighting through the night, but his presence was steady. It always was. He kept his gaze fixed ahead, though I could feel the worry beneath his calm. He had seen too many battles not to know that peace never lasts long.When we reached the clearing, the first thing I noticed was the silence. No one greeted us. Wolves watched from the shadows of their huts, their eyes gl

POV: LaraThe sanctum was built for silence.  Every sound—my breath, the scrape of my palms on the floor, even the whisper of cloth—came back to me hollow and small.  The walls drank light.  Only the faint shimmer of the Seal broke the dark, moving across my skin like liquid silver.Hours bled together.  I counted them by the rhythm of my heartbeat, by the drip of water somewhere beyond the door.  Each drop sounded like a reminder that the world outside still lived while I sat buried under stone.At first I tried to speak to the guards through the slot in the door.  No one answered.  Later, I stopped trying.  My voice echoed back at me, thin and lonely.When exhaustion finally dragged me down, I dreamed of fire again.&n

POV: LaraThe outpost smelled of dust and memory.  The stone walls were streaked with moss, the ceiling patched by roots that had forced their way through cracks in the roof.  Yet a faint warmth lingered in the air, as if the place still remembered the hands that once built it.Eren found an old lamp and coaxed a flame to life.  Its glow chased the shadows into corners, revealing shelves lined with decayed maps, broken weapons, and the ghosts of another time.  “This was one of the border stations,” he said.  “Your father used it when he patrolled the northern woods.”I ran my fingers over a weathered table.  The wood was carved with initials—some deep, others nearly erased.  One mark caught the light: A + M.  I traced it slowly, my chest tightenin

POV: LaraWe left the outpost before the sun climbed fully above the trees.  The forest glistened with dew, quiet in that breathless way the world holds just before it wakes.  Each step away from the tower felt heavier, as though it resisted letting us go.  I glanced back once—the stone walls were already half-swallowed by mist.Eren moved ahead of me, his stride sure and measured.  He had tied the river stone to my cloak’s clasp, where it rested against the Seal.  Together, the two hummed softly, their vibrations matching the rhythm of my heartbeat.  I could feel the energy threading through the air like a quiet song.“Where exactly are we going?” I asked as we followed a narrow trail north.“To the ridge,&rdqu