All Chapters of Chasing My Hockey Alpha : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Cracks

Xenia’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment the room went quiet.Not the normal quiet. Not people-listening quiet. This was the kind where everyone was thinking the same thing and pretending they weren’t.I stood near the back of the hall, hands folded, face calm. Smiling. Always smiling. The ceremony had just ended, and the air still felt charged, like lightning had passed through and forgotten to leave.That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.Not yet.I watched Lena from across the space. She stood with Griffin and Ryker, surrounded by people I didn’t expect to be standing that close to her. Students, yes. That was annoying but manageable. But mixed in were elders from neutral packs. Leaders. Observers.That part made my jaw tighten.Too early.This was supposed to be a soft thing. A slow thing. A mark here, a rumor there. Enough doubt that the council could still step in later and say it was a misunderstanding. A flare. A mistake.Instead, the Luna’s Mark had appeared clear as

The Council Divides

Griffin’s POVThe council chamber feels wrong the moment I step inside.Not louder. Not quieter.Just strained. Like a room where something broke earlier and no one wants to look at the cracks.Every seat at the long table is filled. No runners waiting by the walls. No guards posted at the doors. No witnesses. Just elders and stone and the low hum of wards meant to keep everything said here contained.Closed doors again.I move to my seat without rushing. Without hesitation. Slow movements read as confidence here, and I refuse to give them anything else. My wolf rolls under my skin, steady and alert. Not angry. Not restless.Listening.Elder Maelor clears his throat. He always does when he wants to sound reasonable before saying something unreasonable.“We need to address the situation,” he says.I lean back slightly. “You’ll have to be more specific.”A few of them stiffen. Someone exhales sharply. Good. Let them remember I’m not a boy sitting at this table anymore.“The Luna,” Elder

Lilith Breaks

Lilith’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment Xenia stopped answering my messages right away.She used to reply fast. Always had something to say. Always knew what to tell me. What to think. What to feel.Now?Hours passed.That scared me more than yelling ever could.I sat on the edge of the bed in Xenia’s guest room, staring at my phone like it might bite me. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I kept replaying things in my head. Little moments. Small comments. Stuff I brushed off before.Things that didn’t sound the same anymore.She’ll come back to you if you just hold on.Griffin is confused, not cruel.Lena is manipulating everyone.At the time, those words felt like comfort.Now they felt like chains.I pressed my palms to my eyes and took a breath. My chest hurt. Not like a panic attack. More like something breaking slowly, piece by piece.I stood up and walked out of the room. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Xenia hated silence. She always filled it with noise, music, talkin

The Trap Springs

Lena’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment I walked into school.Nothing dramatic announced it. No shouting. No sudden stillness. It was subtler than that, the kind of wrong that settles quietly into your body and refuses to leave. My shoulders tightened without me meaning them to. My steps slowed as if my instincts had reached the conclusion before my mind did.People were watching me.Not openly. Not with the bold curiosity I’d learned to recognize over the past weeks. This was different. This was measured. Careful glances that slid away when I noticed them. Conversations that dropped mid-sentence as I passed. Whispers that didn’t stop fast enough to pretend they hadn’t existed at all.I kept walking, posture steady, breathing even.“Do you feel that?” Ryker murmured beside me.“Yes,” I said quietly. “Like something’s already been decided.”Griffin was a few steps ahead of us, speaking to one of the guards near the entrance. The moment I slowed, he felt it. He always did. He t

Exposure

Ryker’s POVI always knew this day would come.I just didn’t expect it to feel too much.The hall is full long before I step into it, packed in a way that has nothing to do with curiosity and everything to do with anticipation. Students line the rows shoulder to shoulder, alphas and pack representatives stand near the walls, and council members occupy the front like they still believe proximity equals authority. Even the neutral pack delegates have shown up, clustered at the back with carefully blank expressions, pretending this is just another administrative inconvenience.It isn’t.We always seemed to gather here a lot. The air carries that tight, restless pressure I’ve learned to recognize. The kind that settles in right before something carefully hidden gets dragged into the light.I stand at the front without ceremony, a slim black tablet resting in my hand. No Keeper robes. No symbols stitched into my clothing. Just me, exactly as I am. A Keeper with evidence and no intention o

The Cost of Power

Lena’s POVI used to think power would announce itself.That it would feel like noise—like heat rushing through my veins or thunder cracking open the sky. I thought it would make everything sharper, louder, impossible to ignore. I imagined people shrinking when I walked into a room, imagined myself standing taller just by existing.That’s not how it feels at all.It feels quiet.Too quiet, sometimes.I’m standing in the council hall again, but the room isn’t the same as it was before. There are no whispers following me, no half-hidden glances traded behind folded hands. No one is pretending this is routine or manageable.Everyone knows what happened.Ryker didn’t soften anything. He didn’t frame it gently or give anyone space to explain it away. He laid out the evidence piece by piece until there was nowhere left to hide. Xenia’s name doesn’t need to be spoken now. It lingers in the air but everyone seems afraid of it. She isn’t here.Neither is Donald.Lilith is.She stands near the

The Alpha and the Luna

Griffin’s POVI’ve stood in front of packs before.The open grounds stretched wide beneath the sky, filled with wolves from every direction. Their scents layered the air: pine and iron, ash and rain, old bloodlines and unfamiliar ones. Neutral packs stood beside former rivals. Old allies watched from careful distances. Some faces I recognized instantly. Most I didn’t.They stood in loose rows, not arranged by rank or territory, watching quietly. Waiting.There was no council table. No raised platform. No structure meant to elevate anyone above the rest.Just earth beneath our feet, sky overhead, and the truth we’d all come to face.Lena stood beside me.Not behind me. Not half a step back in deference. Directly at my side, her shoulder aligned with mine. Her hand was in mine, warm and steady. I felt no tremor there, no hesitation.I leaned slightly toward her, lowering my voice. “You okay?”She nodded once, breath slow and even. “Yeah. I’m ready.”That answer told me more than any spe

The Fall of Masks

Xenia’s POVThe room feels smaller when no one is standing on your side.I notice it the moment I walk into the council antechamber. Same stone walls. Same long table. Same faces I’ve known for years. Elders. Pack leaders. People who used to nod at me, smile at me, lean in when I spoke.Now?They don’t look at me at all.I straighten my shoulders anyway. Habit. Pride. Maybe denial.“Shall we begin?” I ask lightly, like this is just another meeting.No one answers.Elder Maelor clears his throat. “You may sit.”May.That word stings more than I expect. I take the seat anyway, crossing my legs slowly, refusing to rush. If this is going to be a performance, I’ll control my part.I glance around. “I was told this was urgent.”“It is,” Tamsin says. Her voice is careful. Distant. “Things have… shifted.”I smile. “They always do.”No one smiles back.My fingers curl against my knee. Fine. Let’s skip the warm-up.“So,” I say, tilting my head. “What’s the concern?”Corvin finally looks at me.

Lilith’s Reckoning

Lilith’s POV I didn’t hear him come in. One moment I was staring at the wall, trying not to think, and the next, Griffin’s voice cut through the silence.“Lilith.”I jumped. My heart was already pounding, but hearing his voice made it worse.“I… I didn’t hear you.” I swallowed hard.He didn’t answer right away. Just stepped closer, hands behind his back. Calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that makes your stomach twist.“I need you to look at this.” He set a small tablet on the table. A screen lit up. Names. Dates. Spells. My own handwriting. My own stupid, desperate marks.I blinked. “W-what is this?” My voice sounded smaller than I expected.“You know what it is,” he said quietly. His eyes weren’t angry. They were… steady. Piercing.“I… I didn’t mean—” I started, then stopped. What was there to mean? I had tried. And I had failed.“You didn’t mean,” he repeated, his voice soft but firm. “You thought you were helping. But it’s all here. Every spell, every word, every step you took. You

A New Order

Ryker’s POV I’ve never liked big ceremonies. Too much fluff. Too much noise. Too many people pretending to matter.But today, I’m standing in what used to be the council hall, and the air is quieter than I expected. Not tense. Not scared. Just… expectant.Griffin’s gone off to oversee some other changes. Lena is nearby, talking quietly with a few elders. I don’t need to hover. Not today.I’ve got a stack of Keeper records in my hands, folders, tablets, scrolls—whatever anyone ever thought could hide the truth. Today, nothing hides.I glance at Corvin and Tamsin. Their faces are stiff. They were part of the old guard, the old rules, and they don’t know what to do with themselves now.“Ryker,” Tamsin says, voice tight. “Are you sure opening everything is—”“Necessary,” I cut in. “Yes. Otherwise, what’s the point of change?”Corvin shakes his head. “You can’t just throw centuries of procedure aside.”I step closer to the table. “I’m not throwing it aside. I’m correcting it. The records

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