All Chapters of Rejected By My Hockey Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Penelope's POV "Are you hurt?" I sink into the chair across from Dr. Reeves' desk. "The fire—are you okay?""I'm fine," Mom says with a sigh that sounds like it carries the weight of the world. "But the basement is destroyed. All my files, all my evidence—years of work, gone.""He did this," I say, my hands clenching around the phone. "Alpha Blackthorn. He threatened me and mentioned the fire in the same conversation.""Of course he did," Mom says, sounding defeated in a way I've never heard before. "He always wins, sweetheart. Always.""No," I say, refusing to accept that. "We'll rebuild the case, get new evidence. There has to be another way.""There isn't," Mom says, her voice cracking. "I've been fighting this battle since you were young. I'm tired, Penelope. So tired.""Mom" I start, but she cuts me off."Let it go," she says. "Focus on Timothy, on your mate bond, on building a future. The past is gone, literally up in smoke.""I can't just let him win," I say, the words coming

Timothy's POV "Do that and I'll destroy her," Dad says, his voice flat and matter-of-fact. "Her mother, her friends, everyone she's ever cared about. I'll make sure her life is such misery that she begs you to reject her again. And as for your mother—well, accidents happen in those facilities all the time. One wrong medication, one unfortunate fall, and she'd never leave that place alive.""Touch either of them and I'll kill you," I say as Kael surges forward and my eyes flash amber. "I don't care if you're my father. I don't care what it costs. You hurt Penelope or Mom and I will end you.""There it is," Dad says, actually smiling. "The real Timothy, the one who understands that power requires ruthlessness, that protecting what's yours means destroying anyone who threatens it.""That's not what this is," I say, though doubt creeps in. Is he right? Am I just like him after all?"Isn't it?" Dad walks toward the door. "You threaten murder to protect your mate. I did the same for my pac

Penelope's POV I slam down hard and grind, and he shouts, his back arching off the bed. His hands slide to my ass, spreading me open, guiding me faster. I can feel him swelling inside me, getting impossibly harder. “Gonna come,” he warns through gritted teeth. “Penelope—baby—fuck—”“Not yet,” I snarl, and slow to a torturous grind, rolling my hips in tight circles. He whimpers—actually whimpers—hips jerking helplessly.I lean down, breasts dragging across his chest, and bite his neck hard enough to mark. “The marking,” I breathe against his skin. “Now.”“Do it,” he begs. “Fucking claim me.”I sink my teeth into the spot where shoulder meets throat. Blood floods my mouth, copper and salt and him. Timothy roars, hips snapping up, cock buried so deep I see stars. His teeth find my neck in return—sharp, perfect pain as he bites down.The bond detonates.I feel everything: his pleasure, his wolf howling in triumph, the way my cunt feels like heaven around his cock. He feels me—how full I

Timothy POV We finish dressing in silence. I can feel Penelope's fear through the bond, her worry about what's coming. I send back determination, love, the certainty that we'll survive this together.The walk back to my regular hospital room feels like walking toward execution. I can hear raised voices before we even turn the corner. Kane's deep growl, my father's commanding tone, Sophia's calmer voice trying to mediate."Last chance to run," I tell Penelope as we approach the door."Not a chance." She squeezes my hand. "We face this together.""Together," I agree.I push open the door and six pairs of eyes turn toward us. My father stands by the window, his face twisted with rage. Sophia sits in the visitor's chair, her expression unreadable. Kane, Drake, and Ryder form a wall near the bed, their postures aggressive.Dr. Reeves hovers near the door, looking like he wants to be anywhere else."There he is," Kane says, his voice dripping with disgust. "The alpha heir who can't keep hi

Penelope pov "We brought justice," I correct. "You kept the evidence safe all these years, you never gave up.""I couldn't," Mom says, starting the engine. "Not when I knew he was innocent. Not when I saw what it did to him, to you, to our family.""How is Dad?" I ask. "With the news?""Relieved," Mom says. "Vindicated. But also angry. All those years he'll never get back, all the pain we suffered. That doesn't just go away because some Council says he was innocent.""No," I agree. "It doesn't."We drive in silence for a while. Then Mom reaches over and squeezes my hand."But this is a start," she says. "A fresh beginning for all of us.""I hope so," I say, but doubt creeps in. "Mom, what if Alpha Blackthorn was right? What if I just painted a target on our backs?""Then we'll deal with it," Mom says firmly. "Together, as a family."My phone buzzes with a text from Timothy: Divorce approved. I'm free, I am coming to you.Relief floods through me. I text back: Blackthorn removed as Al