All Chapters of Chasing My Hockey Alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Donald’s POVThe hotel room was quiet… just too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, staring at my phone like it held answers I couldn’t get out of myself. Xenia’s name was right there on the screen, just one tap, and I’d be calling her and maybe she’d pick up, maybe she’d say something that would make all this mess in my head settle for a second.My thumb hovered over the screen, not touching it, not pulling away either.I locked the phone and tossed it beside me.I didn’t want to admit how pathetic it looked. Sitting here like some abandoned idiot waiting for someone who wasn’t even thinking about me. No messages, no calls, not even a short “Hey, did you get home?” Nothing.She didn’t care… she didn't!I’d shown up at our apartment days ago. I didn’t need anything I picked up, half the stuff wasn’t even needed. I just wanted her to react, to look at me, to ask me why I came, get mad, yell or something, anything at all.But she wasn’thome,

Lena’s POV The pounding in my head dragged me out of sleep like someone was knocking from the inside of my skull. Slow, steady and painful. I groaned, pressing my palm to my temple before my eyes even opened. My lashes fluttered, letting in blurred shapes, familiar shadows, and the faint glow of early morning light sneaking through the curtains.Griffin’s room.I didn’t need to sit up to recognize it, the scent gave it away first. That subtle mix of cedar, his cologne, and something warm that always made the place feel like a safe spot even when I didn’t want it to. The layout, the large window with the heavy curtains, the black chair pushed against the wall... all too familiar.I blinked a few more times, trying to shake the fog out of my head. My limbs felt heavy, almost like I’d run a marathon and then gotten hit by a car afterwards. I shifted slowly, dragging myself up into a sitting position, pushing my hair back with my hand.The mark on the back of my hand, clear enough to be

Griffin’s POV I leaned against the edge of my desk, arms folded across my chest, trying to keep myself from pacing a hole straight through the floorboards. The study was dim except for the desk lamp throwing a warm pool of light over scattered papers and open books. The heater hummed low, steady, the only thing in the room that felt steady at all. Every few seconds the wind brushed the windowpane, carrying with it the faint rustle of loose pages. I barely noticed any of it, my eyes were fixed on Ryker.He sat across from me in the leather chair, stiff-backed and tense, like he’d rather be standing but didn’t want to set me off. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before he forced them still. He was listening, really listening. That alone told me he knew this wasn’t some casual conversation.I exhaled. “I need to talk to you about something.”Ryker frowned, already bracing. “You mean the rogue werewolves?”“Partly.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I guess I said almost everythi

Griffin’s POV Ryker slipped out without another word, the door closing behind him with a soft click. The room settled into silence, the kind that presses against your ears until you’re forced to listen to your own thoughts.I didn’t move right away.Lena sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders relaxed but her hands busy. She traced the fading mark on her palm with her thumb, slow and absentminded, like she was grounding herself. Whatever magic had passed through had left that behind, a reminder of something neither of us had fully unpacked yet. Her expression wasn’t troubled. If anything, she looked calm, at peace.That was what finally broke me.I couldn’t keep lying, not with that look on her face, not after everything she'd been through. I’d spent months convincing myself that silence was safer, that leaving things unsaid was better than risking the fallout but standing there, watching her, I knew I was just protecting myself.“Lena,” I said quietly.She looked up at me right aw

Xenia’s POVDonald came back drunk.I smelled it before I heard him.Alcohol always gives him away. The smell hits first and it's fucking sharp and sour. Then the sound. Heavy footsteps, uneven. Like he’s walking on water instead of solid ground. Then that pause outside the door, when he’s trying to remember if this is the right place.How disgusting. I was sitting on the couch with my legs tucked under me, phone in my hand. I wasn’t really scrolling. Just pretending. Waiting.The door creaked open.“Xenia?” he called.His voice was thick. Slow. Guilty.I didn’t answer right away.I let the silence stretch.Let him feel it. Since the bastard could drink himself to a stupor, he could sure as hell feel guilty. “Xenia?” he said again, softer this time.I sighed like I was annoyed and put my phone down on the table. “You’re late.”He stepped fully inside and shut the door, leaning against it like he needed it to stay upright. His tie was loose. Shirt wrinkled. Hair a mess. He looked lik