All Chapters of Chasing My Hockey Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lilith’s POV The whole place smelled like money. Expensive perfume, polished marble, champagne fizzing softly in crystal flutes. The chandeliers looked like something pulled out of a royal museum, golden arms, white light spilling over the tables, reflecting off sequined dresses and diamond earrings. Everyone who mattered in this city was there. Politicians. Business owners. Models. Even the kind of people who only got invited because their names sounded good on a guest list.I sat near the front with Xenia, my legs crossed, pretending to listen to her talk about the guest lineup, but my mind was elsewhere. Mostly on how perfectly everything was going so far. No surprises. No slipups. Just pure elegance and quiet tension, exactly how a banquet like this should start.Then came the sound that made everyone go silent, a spoon tapping against a glass. Clink, clink, clink.The host had stepped onto the little stage near the front. He wore that fake smile hosts always wore, too bright, to

Lena’s POVThe ride home that night felt different. Jason had insisted on driving me himself instead of letting my driver take me, and for some reason, I didn’t argue much. Maybe I was too tired. Or maybe, deep down, I liked the way he said it, calm, certain, like he wasn’t asking for permission. He just said, “I’d like to drop you off myself.” And I let him.My driver followed behind us in my car, headlights trailing the sleek black BMW sedan Jason drove. The night air was quiet except for the steady hum of the engine. Jason didn’t talk much, but when he did, his voice was smooth and deep, with that composed confidence that people who’ve seen the world seem to carry naturally. He wasn’t showing off; he just had that quiet assurance.“You handled yourself well tonight,” he said at some point, eyes still on the road.I let out a dry laugh. “You mean I didn’t completely embarrass myself?”He smiled faintly. “I meant you didn’t let them break you.”That shut me up for a bit. He didn’t ev

Griffin’s POVI walked in, keeping my face calm, letting my presence fill the room.The council chamber was colder than I expected, the walls lined with faces that had watched my family for generations. ShadowClone’s members were gathered, waiting for the usual theatrics. And there he was Rowan. My uncle. Leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, smug as ever.“Alpha,” he drawled, voice dripping with false politeness. “I hope your… business trip was worth it. We’ve managed in your absence, of course.”I felt the familiar heat of fury rise, but I kept my expression steady. “Uncle,” I said, every syllable calm, controlled. “Let’s start the meeting.”He chuckled softly, tilting his head. “Curious, isn’t it, how some of us begin to question a leader who disappears for months? The pack murmurs, Griffin. Whispers that perhaps the heir… is less than ready.”I froze, but only for a heartbeat. Then I leaned forward, letting my Alpha aura press into the room.“You dare question me?” My

Griffin’s POVI was almost done packing when the door creaked open. The zipper on my bag was halfway closed when I heard Ryker’s voice behind me.“You’re leaving?”I didn’t bother turning. “Yeah,” I said, tossing the last shirt into the duffel and pulling the zipper all the way through. “I thought I told you yesterday.”“Oh, right,” he said, sounding like he’d only just remembered. “I forgot.”I glanced at him briefly. He was leaning against the doorframe, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression calm but his eyes alert, like they always were. Ryker never really forgot things. He just liked showing up at the last minute to see if I’d flinch.“You know what this means, right?” I paused, waiting.“It’s obvious he wants the Alpha position,” he added flatly.I didn’t even need to ask who he was. Rowan. My uncle.“Yeah,” I muttered, straightening my back. “But he can’t have it.”“For sure, he won’t,” Ryker replied.His confidence was comforting, even if it was a little forced. The thin

Lena’s POV I sat cross-legged on my bed, blanket pooled around my waist, my laptop sitting warm on my thighs. My hair was tied up in the messiest bun I’d ever done, one of those knots that looked like I’d survived a hurricane but I genuinely didn’t have the energy to care. The curtains were cracked open just enough to let in a soft wash of late morning light, but everything felt muted to me. Like I was physically in the room yet mentally somewhere else entirely.For the hundredth time, I lifted my wrist and stared at that odd marking again.Even in the low light, it was still sharp, still strange… still very much there.A quiet breath slipped out of me. I grabbed my phone, angled it, snapped another picture, then a second one just in case. Then I airdropped the images to my laptop and opened them on a bigger screen, zooming in until the pixels blurred around the edges. Still made no sense.So I did what anyone who was losing their mind would do. I opened my browser and started search