All Chapters of Rejected By My Hockey Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Penelope's POVI stare at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back. Since my makeover, I've got this whole new wardrobe that actually fits me right. Tonight though, I decided to skip the heavy makeup. Natural feels better."Hold still," Isla says, tugging at the hem of the black dress she picked out for me. "This dress is absolutely perfect on you.""It's not too much?" I ask, smoothing down the fabric."Are you kidding?" She steps back to admire her work. "Liam's going to lose his mind when he sees you."Isla finishes fixing my hair, pulling it back in this loose style that somehow makes me look older, more confident. The knock on the door comes right at seven."He's punctual," Isla grins. "I like him already."I open the door to find Liam standing there in dark jeans and a button-down shirt. His eyes go wide when he sees me."Wow," he says, running a hand through his hair. "You look incredible.""Thanks," I say, grabbing my jacket. "You clean up pretty well you

Penelope's POV"So?" Isla bounces on her bed like an excited puppy, her coffee mug forgotten in her enthusiasm. "Details. Now. All of them."I curl up against my pillows, still processing everything from last night. My body aches in new ways, reminders of what happened with Liam. Part of me wants to share every detail with my best friend, but another part feels oddly protective of the experience."It was..." I pause, searching for the right words while heat creeps up my neck. "Good. Really good.""Good?" Isla throws a pillow at me, which I catch with a laugh. "That's all you're giving me? Girl, you disappeared with the hottest Alpha on campus and came back looking like you got thoroughly ravished, and all you can say is 'good'?"I laugh despite myself, tucking the pillow against my chest. "Fine. It was incredible. He was gentle and sweet and everything a first time should be."Isla's eyes go wide, her coffee mug nearly slipping from her fingers. "I knew it! I fucking knew you were sti

Timothy's POVThe comments section under my latest Instagram post is a wasteland. Where there used to be fire emojis and thirsty compliments, now there's nothing but hate. "Imagine rejecting the Ice Angel," someone writes. "Timothy Blackthorn is an idiot," says another.My thumb hovers over the delete button, but what's the point? There are thousands of them now."Dude, you need to see this," Ethan says, bursting into my apartment without knocking.He's holding his phone like it's radioactive. The screen shows that damn rejection video again, the view count climbing toward four million."The rejection video is everywhere," he continues, sinking into my couch uninvited. "It's got three million views on TikTok alone."I snatch the phone from him and watch myself destroy Penelope all over again. The comments are brutal. "She dodged a bullet." "Look how she glows up after leaving his toxic ass." "He doesn't deserve her."My jaw clenches as I scroll through endless variations of the same t

Timothy's POVI stare at my phone for twenty minutes after sending the text, watching the cursor blink at me like it's mocking my indecision. "We need to talk. - T" seems both too little and too much all at once. Too little because there's so much I need to say, too much because she probably doesn't want to hear any of it.She doesn't respond.I'm sitting in my truck in the parking lot outside the Crimson Ridge Arena, watching Bloodfang players filter in for their afternoon practice. It's a three-hour drive from Frostfang territory, but I made it in two and a half, pushing my truck harder than I should have. The need to see her has become a physical ache that gets worse every day."This is insane," I mutter to myself, but I don't leave. I can't leave.Kael is pacing restlessly in my mind, more agitated than I've ever felt him before. My wolf has been increasingly vocal about his displeasure with our current situation, sending me flashes of emotion and memory that leave me dizzy and co

Penelope's POV Timothy is standing by the back windows with a group of his teammates, a bottle of beer in his hand and Madison pressed against his side like a territorial claim. He's wearing all black jeans and a fitted t-shirt that shows off his hockey-toned physique and looking every inch the bad boy Alpha heir that made half the campus swoon.But when our eyes meet across the room, everything else fades away.For a moment, just a moment, we're frozen in that connection. His blue eyes darken as they travel over my dress, my hair, my face. I see his jaw clench, see his free hand curl into a fist at his side. Madison is talking to him, her red lips moving animatedly, but he's not listening. He's staring at me like I'm something he's never seen before."Don't look now, but your ex is eye-fucking you from across the room," Isla murmurs in my ear, her voice barely audible over the music. "Madison looks ready to commit murder."I tear my gaze away from Timothy and accept the drink Jake