THE HOCKEY ALPHA WANTS ME のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Chapter 159Ace “Pretend I didn’t just blurt it out while I was buried inside you. Things aren’t… smooth right now. Your family, my family’s mess, everything that has happened. I don’t want you to say yes because you’re caught up in the moment.” I continued like I didn't see his frown.His frown deepened. He shifted slightly, our legs still intertwined in that intimate scissored position, my softening cock still nestled inside him. The movement sent a lazy aftershock through both of us. His hand came up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing over my lower lip.“Stop,” he said firmly, though his tone was gentle. “Don’t do that. Don’t try to take it back or give me an out. I meant what I said, Ace. Yes. I want to marry you.”My heart stuttered. I searched his face, looking for any trace of hesitation, any sign that the acceptance had been heat-of-the-moment insanity. All I saw was certainty.“But your dad...” I started.Max cut me off with a soft kiss, lingering just long enough to steal my pro

Chapter 161AceI stared at Max, completely stunned. The wooden swing creaked beneath us as the weight of what he’d done sank in.“You spoke to my coach?” My voice came out rough, almost disbelieving. “When the hell did you do that?”Max’s cheeks flushed, but his eyes shone with quiet pride. He shifted in my lap, straddling me more fully on the wide porch swing.“While you were making lunch,” he admitted, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You were busy cracking eggs and humming that awful off-key tune. I slipped out here, called him. Told him you had a family emergency, that it was my fault you missed practice. I begged him not to bench you... reminded him that you’re the best player he’s got and it’d be fucking stupid to throw that away over one mistake.”My throat tightened. No one had ever fought for me like that.He kept going, voice softening. “He wasn’t happy at first. Yelled about discipline and team rules. But I kept talking until he agreed you could still play the upcomi

Chapter 163MaxThe arena was electric, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the boards and straight into my chest. I stood behind the glass near the bench, heart hammering like I was the one on the ice instead of Ace. He had shown up every single day. Six a.m. sharp, just like Coach demanded. No complaints, no excuses, even when his body had to be screaming from the way we’d spent the nights before—tangled, sweaty, and desperate like the world might try to steal us again. I’d watched him drag himself out of our bed before dawn, kiss my forehead, and head to the rink. Hours on the ice, hours in the gym, pushing until sweat soaked through his gear and his shoulders shook. And every night he came home to me, exhausted but glowing, pulling me into his arms like I was the only reason he kept going. Today it paid off. Ace was a goddamn force. He scored the first goal in the opening minute— a blistering wrist shot that ripped the net before the goalie even reacted. The crowd

Chapter 165MaxThe first thing I felt when consciousness dragged me back was Ace’s arm heavy across my waist, his breath warm and steady against the back of my neck. The second thing was the buzzing. A constant, angry swarm of notifications that made the nightstand sound like it was trying to drill through the wood.I cracked one eye open. The dorm room was still dark, the digital clock glowing 6:47 a.m. Ace was dead asleep, face slack in that rare, peaceful way he only got after a championship win and a night of slow, thorough sex. His new platinum ring caught the faint light from the window and sent a little spark through my chest.Fiancé.The word should have felt warm. Instead, the buzzing grew louder.I reached for my phone with the hand that wasn’t pinned under Ace. The screen lit up like a explosion. 347 new notifications. Instagram. Twitter. TikTok. Group chats. Coach’s number. Mom. Sofia. Unknown numbers. News alerts.My stomach dropped before I even opened anything.The

Chapter 167AceThe athletic director's office smelled like coffee and polished wood. The kind of room designed to make you feel small before anyone said a word.Max and I sat side by side on the leather couch, shoulders touching, fingers locking. Our rings caught the light, I noticed it because the woman behind the desk noticed it.Her eyes dropped there for just a second before she looked back up, and that second told me everything I needed to know about how this meeting was going to go.Dr. Eleanor Drew sat behind a desk that was probably chosen for exactly this purpose. It was wide, dark and immovable. She was late fifties, sharp in the way that came from spending decades being underestimated and deciding to make everyone pay for it. Under different circumstances I might have respected that.She didn't waste time."Gentlemen," she said. "I'm going to be direct. The university is receiving hundreds of calls this morning. Donors. Alumni. Parents. The Board of Trustees is in an eme