All Chapters of Rejected By My Hockey Alpha: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Penelope pov Ethan and I help Timothy to the car. He's barely conscious, mumbling incoherently."Too many voices," he gasps. "Can't think.""It's okay," I tell him. "Just breathe. We'll get you somewhere safe."We load him into the back seat. I climb in next to him, pulling his head into my lap."Where to?" Ethan asks from the driver's seat."The cabin," I say. "It's the safest place right now."Ethan nods and starts driving. My parents and Isla pile into Isla's car behind us.Timothy is shaking in my lap. His eyes are closed but I can tell he's not sleeping. The pack bonds are overwhelming him."Talk to me," I say, stroking his hair. "Tell me what you're feeling.""Everything," Timothy gasps. "Everyone. Their fear, their anger, their relief. It's too much. Too loud.""Can you block it out?" I ask."Don't know how," he admits. "Never taught me this part."Because Marcus never expected Timothy to win. Never prepared him for actually being Alpha."Okay," I say. "Let's figure it out tog

Timothy pov I nod thanks to her. "My third priority is transparency. No more secret deals. No more hidden accounts, no more political games played in dark corners. Pack finances will be public. Leadership decisions will be explained. If you have concerns, you'll have the right to voice them.""That's chaos!" someone protests. "An Alpha needs authority!""An Alpha needs trust," I counter. "And trust requires transparency. I won't rule through fear. I'll rule through respect."The crowd is divided now. Half seem cautiously hopeful. The other half looks ready to riot."I know some of you think I'm too young," I say. "Too inexperienced. Maybe even too weak because I didn't kill Marcus when I had the chance."I let that hang in the air for a moment."You might be right," I admit. "I don't have all the answers. I'm going to make mistakes. But I promise you this: I will always put the pack first. Not myself, not my friends, not my family. The pack."I look directly at Penelope when I say th

Penelope's POVI wake up to find Timothy already gone from bed.Again.I check the clock. Five thirty in the morning. He's been doing this for three days now, ever since he became Alpha.I find him in the cabin's small office, surrounded by papers. He's wearing reading glasses I didn't know he owned and looks exhausted."Did you sleep at all?" I ask from the doorway.He jumps slightly, then relaxes when he sees me. "A few hours. Couldn't turn my brain off."I walk over and look at what he's working on. Pack financial records, personnel files, legal documents. It's overwhelming just looking at it."You can't do this alone," I say gently. "You'll burn out in a week.""I know," Timothy admits. He rubs his eyes under the glasses. "But I need to understand everything before I start making changes. Need to know who I can trust."I sit on the edge of the desk. "Have you eaten?""Coffee counts as food, right?" he asks with a tired smile."No," I say firmly. "Come on. Breakfast first, then wor

Timothy's POVThe morning after our first council meeting, I woke up to Penelope sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed."We need to talk," she says.My stomach drops. Nothing good ever starts with those words. "Okay. What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong," Penelope says, she turns to face me fully. "But we need to establish some ground rules. For how we're doing this.""Doing what?" I ask, sitting up."Being Alpha and Luna," she explains. "Leading together. Because yesterday in that council meeting, you made decisions about my role without asking me first."I think back. "You mean when I put you in charge of economic development?""Yes," Penelope confirms. "I appreciate the trust, but you should have asked me privately first. Not announced it in front of everyone."She's right, i got excited and steamrolled over her input. Again."I'm sorry," I say. "You're right. I should have asked.""It's not just about asking," Penelope continues. "It's about how we function as partners. I nee

Penelope's POV Timothy drives me back to Bloodfang territory the next morning. The drive takes two hours, and we spend most of it in comfortable silence. It's different now. Less charged than before, but also less painful. We're finding a new normal. "Text me when you get to the arena," Timothy says as we pull up to my apartment building. "I will," I promise. "And I'll check in tonight before bed." He helps me carry my bags up to my apartment. Timothy looks around like he's memorizing every detail. "It's nice. Very you." "Thanks," I say as I set my bags down by the door. "You should get going, it a long drive back." "Yeah," Timothy says. But he doesn't move toward the door. He's just standing there, looking at me like he wants to say something. "What?" I ask. "Nothing," he says quickly. "Just. Be safe. Please." "I will," I assure him. "I've got the emergency phone. I'll check in regul