All Chapters of Rejected By My Hockey Alpha: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Penelope pov "You make me better too," I point out, squeezing his fingers. "You believed in me when I didn't believe in myself."We finish breakfast and clean up together, our movements synchronized—he rinses while I load the dishwasher, the warm water steaming between us. Then my phone rings, vibrating across the counter with an insistent buzz. "I should take this," I say, wiping my damp hands on a dish towel.Timothy nods, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. "I'll give you privacy."I answer as he leaves the kitchen, his footsteps fading down the hallway. "Hi, Mom.""Penelope!" My mother practically shouts, her voice crackling with excitement through the speaker. "I've been trying to reach you all morning!""Sorry, we were having breakfast," I explained, tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear."How are you feeling? Are you happy? Do you like the ring?" The questions pour out without pause, tumbling over each other like an avalanche."Mom, breathe," I say, laughing at her en

Penelope POVFive months later"Try this one." Isla shoves a hanger at me, the lace barely visible between her fingers.I push it back. "I don't need lingerie.""Don't need it?" Isla's eyebrows shoot up. She glances around the boutique before lowering her voice. "Penelope, you're getting married next month, you absolutely need it."The store smells like lavender and expensive fabric. Soft music plays overhead. A saleswoman arranges displays across the room, pretending not to listen to us."It's really not necessary," I insist, moving toward a rack of normal underwear.Isla blocks my path. "I know you and Timothy have been fornicating plenty.""Isla!" My face heats up."But," she continues, ignoring my embarrassment, "that doesn't change the fact that you should spice things up. You're about to be married. Officially mated as Luna of the Frostfang Pack."I picked up a simple cotton bralette, examining the price tag. "We're doing fine without.""Wait." Isla grabs my wrist. Her eyes narr

Timothy's POVSix months disappeared faster than I expected.Now I'm standing in the Alpha's office at pack headquarters, adjusting my tie for the tenth time. The fabric feels scratchy against my neck as Ethan watches from the doorway, amused."You're going to strangle yourself," he observes."It's too tight," I complain, loosening the knot slightly. My fingers fumble with the silk."It's fine," Ethan assures me. "You're just nervous.""I'm not nervous," I lie. My hands are sweating.Ethan laughs. "You've been pacing for an hour. You're definitely nervous."He's right. I can't sit still. Can't stop moving. My feet keep carrying me back and forth across the office. Can't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong."What if I mess up the vows?" I ask as my voice sounds tight. "What if I say the wrong thing?""Then you fix it," Ethan says practically. "Penelope won't care if you stumble over words. She just wants to marry you.""I want everything perfect," I admit. My chest feels

Timothy pov The party continues for hours. People dance and laugh and celebrate. The band plays upbeat songs as pack members approach to offer congratulations. Their voices blend together in happy chaos."You did good, kid," Coach says gruffly as he claps me on the shoulder. His hand is heavy. "She's a keeper.""I know," I agree. "Best decision I ever made.""Better late than never," the coach says, but he's smiling. My mother corners us near the food table. She's still crying. "I'm so proud of you both," she says, hugging us tightly as her arms squeeze hard. "So very proud.""Thanks, Mom," I say as I kiss her cheek. "Thank you for everything, for supporting us, for giving us the ring.""It was always meant for Penelope," my mother insists as she touches Penelope's cheek gently. "Welcome to the family, officially.""Thank you for accepting me," Penelope says. "For treating me like family even before tonight.""You've always been family," my mother corrects, her voice firm. "Tonight

Penelope POVIt's overwhelming in the best way. Timothy's mouth, his hands, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. A year of fantasizing doesn't come close to the reality of having him like this—unleashed and hungry and completely focused on me.The bond amplifies everything. I feel his desire mixing with mine, his satisfaction when I gasp his name, his fierce need to claim and protect and worship all at once.Because that's the thing about Timothy Blackthorn that most people don't understand. He can be rough and demanding and possessive, yes. But underneath all of that is a desperate need to take care of what's his. To protect, to cherish."I love you," I gasp as his mouth finds that sensitive spot on my neck. "Timothy, I love you so much."He lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are pure amber now, his wolf fully present. "I love you too. My wife."His lips meet mine with urgency, warm and insistent. I feel the pressure of his mouth moving against mine, the slight roughn