All Chapters of Chasing My Hockey Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Griffin’s POVRyker stayed longer than I wanted him to.He always did.He paced around the room, hands in his pockets, tossing me small looks every few minutes like he was waiting for me to explain. I didn’t.Finally, he sighed. “Alright, look. I’ll shut up about your fiancée. But you should know something else.”I leaned back against the desk, folding my arms. “What now?”He stopped pacing. “The cheerleader. Josie.” His voice dropped. “They ruled it as suicide earlier, but… it doesn’t add up.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”“We saw that she had hanged herself, right? But the coroner’s report says there were traces of ash on her palms. Not smoke. Ash. As in, ritual ash.”I straightened, a cold weight forming in my stomach. “Ritual?”Ryker nodded grimly. “The same pattern we saw last semester in the forbidden section, the mark of Acheron. Black magic. Someone’s been practicing it again.”My chest tightened. The same mark that had burned on my wrist after the attack. The same kind of da

Lena’s POVI told myself a hundred times that avoiding him was the safest thing I could do. That if I let him breathe, if I stayed out of his orbit, whatever shadow clung to him might loosen. But avoidance is an excuse, and excuses are for cowards.Three days of distance of sidestepping hallways, ducking out of classrooms, pretending to tie my shoe until he passed had done nothing but make me smaller. It made me a spectator to my own life. Watching him from the margins, watching Lilith slip in and out of his world like she owned the air around him, was slowly driving me insane.So I decided to stop being small.I knew where Lilith ate. Everybody did. She saved the best seat in the cafeteria for herself: a corner table by the window where Griffin always found his way to sit, where whispers and attention circled around them both like moths to light. I timed it, planned it. My hands were so cold that when I picked up my tray, the plastic felt almost hot against my palms.When I finally s

Griffin’s POVThe air in the hall felt too tight to breathe. People whispered, gasped, turned, but all I could see was Lena. Her father’s voice boomed across the room, sharp and furious, and instead of looking at the woman who had clearly betrayed him, he turned on his daughter. “Lena, what is the meaning of this?” I froze where I stood, my glass halfway to my lips. Lena’s face went pale, her lips parted like she couldn’t quite believe what she’d heard. She tried to defend herself, but her father silenced her, the kind of silence that hurts worse than words. I felt something twist inside me. Disappointment. Anger. Maybe both. When she finally turned to leave, she tried to smile. Tried to make it look like she didn’t care. But I saw it, the tremor in her lips, the glassy glaze over her eyes, the way her shoulders stiffened as if she was holding herself together. Lilith leaned closer to me, whispering something about “drama queens,” but I wasn’t listening. My eyes stayed on Le

Lena’s POVI told him to pick a lane. Just like that. And then I turned my back on him.But deep down… God, deep down I was hoping… no, wanting… him to stop me. To say my name. To run after me, maybe even pull me back into a hug from behind. Just something. Something that showed it meant something to him. That I meant something.I even slowed my steps, just a little. Gave him time. Gave him a chance to react.But nothing came.He didn’t move. Not an inch. No sound. No shift. Just stillness.So I kept walking. Swallowed it down.I brushed my hair out of my face, cleared it from my eyes, and held back the tears threatening to fall. The cool mountain wind brushed against my skin, drying the wetness before it could even form properly.I told myself to move on. So I did.Even though it hurt like hell.Every step felt heavier than the last. My shoes scuffed against the dirt path. Each step away from him felt like tearing something invisible out of my chest.At some point, I stopped pretendi

Lena’s POVThe taxi dropped us off in front of the Walkers’ mansion, and we both stepped out. The place looked just as intimidating as ever, towering gates, flawless hedges, the kind of silence that screamed wealth and secrets. I could almost feel the house watching me, like it knew I didn’t belong here.When I walked in, I glanced around the living room and the wide, polished hallways. Griffin’s father wasn’t anywhere in sight, and neither was Lilith. Honestly, that gave me a strange sense of relief. I didn’t think I had the strength to see her smug face tonight.Griffin didn’t say much. He just led me silently through the hallway and up the stairs. His steps were calm, too calm, as if we hadn’t been through hell the past few days. When we finally stopped in front of one of the guest rooms, he turned toward me with the same expressionless face.“You can stay here for the night,” he said plainly.And then he left.Just like that.The door closed quietly behind him, and I was left star