All Chapters of THE HOCKEY ALPHA WANTS ME: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111MaxThe smell intensified suddenly, going from unpleasant to overwhelming in the span of a heartbeat. It was like someone had released a concentrated cloud of it, saturating the air around us. I could taste it on my tongue now, bitter and metallic, coating the back of my throat.My vision started to blur at the edges, colors bleeding together. The world took on a strange, dreamlike quality where everything moved too slowly and too fast at the same time.I saw Ace ahead of me, maybe thirty feet away now. He'd stopped running, stopped chasing. He was on his knees, one hand pressed against the ground to keep himself upright, the other clutching at his chest. His whole body was shaking, fighting the effects of the wolfsbane.He was trying to turn around, trying to look back at me. I saw his mouth moving, forming my name, but I couldn't hear him. Everything sounded muffled, distant, like I was underwater.*Ace,* I tried to call out, but my voice came out slurred, weak, barely

Chapter 113AceThe first thing I felt was the pounding in my head—a dull, throbbing ache that radiated from my temples down through my neck. My mouth tasted like copper and ash, and my limbs felt like they were made of concrete.*Get up,* Kael snarled in my mind, his voice frantic. *Get up NOW!*I forced my eyes open, immediately regretting it as the world spun violently. I was lying face-down in the grass outside the cabin, the cool night air biting at my exposed skin. How long had I been out?*Too long,* Kael said. *We need to find Max. NOW.*Max.The memories came flooding back—the unknown scent, the chase, the bitter smell of wolfsbane, Max running after me when I'd told him to stay inside, and then... nothing. Blackness.I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, my arms shaking with the effort. The wolfsbane was still in my system, making everything harder, slower. But I forced myself to move, forced myself to stand even as my legs threatened to give out."Max!" I called out,

Chapter 115AceEvery instinct in me screamed to refuse, to stay here, to keep searching. But I looked at my father's face and saw not just the Alpha, but the man who'd raised me. Who'd always protected our pack, our family.And I saw the same pain in his eyes that I was feeling. Because this wasn't just an attack on me and Max. This was an attack on our entire pack. On our territory. On our honor."Okay," I said finally. "But I want updates. Every hour. Every development. Every lead." I said not caring how I sounded. Not caring if he knew there was something between I and Max "You'll have them," he promised.As the team continued processing the scene, I went back into the cabin to grab my things. Everything still smelled like Max—his scent on the sheets, on the towels, lingering in the air. The clothes he'd been wearing earlier were still on the floor where he'd dropped them before we'd gone outside.I picked up his shirt, holding it to my face and breathing in his scent. It was a

Chapter 117MaxThe first thing I felt when consciousness started creeping back was the weakness, a bone-deep exhaustion that made my limbs feel like they were made of lead and filled with sand.Even the simple act of breathing felt like it required more energy than I possessed.My head was pounding with a dull ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat and my mouth tasted bitter and metallic like I'd been chewing on pennies or something equally disgusting.I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids felt impossibly heavy and when I finally managed to crack them open just a sliver, the dim light that filtered through still felt too bright and made my head throb even harder.Where was I and what had happened because the last thing I remembered was being at the cabin with Ace and we'd been outside and there was a smell, something sharp and wrong that had made my wolf recoil in horror.Riven, I thought desperately, trying to reach for my wolf the way Ace had been teaching me.But there was no

Chapter 119MaxShe's probably in her early twenties with long dark hair that fell in waves past her shoulders and caught the light from the window in a way that made it seem almost alive. Her eyes were the same unusual shade as mine, it was like looking into a mirror that showed me a feminine version of myself. She had the same bone structure, the same slightly sharp cheekbones that cast shadows on her face, and the same nose with its subtle curve at the bridge. The same shape to her mouth and chin, even the same slight asymmetry in her smile that I'd always been self-conscious about. And even the way she held herself was familiar in a way that made my chest tighten with recognition and confusion and something that felt dangerously close to hope, though I couldn't understand why.My head was still pounding from whatever they'd given me and my thoughts felt sluggish and disconnected, like I was trying to think through water. I'd been kidnapped, and now this woman was standing in