All Chapters of My Alpha, My Mate, My Ruin.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Betsy’s POVI walked to Harmony's class out of weariness of being left in the dark.As I passed the corridor, it seemed longer than usual. My ideas were intense, louder than those of the students nearby. Nothing had felt natural after that evening in the forest. Everyone had some knowledge of what was going on.And I was done pretending not to notice.I looked inside as I arrived at Harmony's classroom. She wasn’t in class but I still went in and waited.Harmony was the one who could tell me the truth. She was intelligent. She was Drake's sister above everything else. She would be the one in a good position to tell me what happened in the forest.Nick knew something, too. I could witness it earlier in his eyes. He kept from looking at me too long. He responded too fast to my questions as well. If there was someone I could ask, it would be Peter or Harmony.Still, Harmony would know more.I was still deep in thought when I heard someone laughing. It was Harmony walking in with her f

Drake's POVThe silence at the residence that morning struck me wrong.It was the sort of silence that dug against my chest and forbade me from breathing normally. Normally, weekends were noisy. There was always movement, even if no one was shouting. Nick is debating about a trifle. Peter was laughing too loudly at a joke that wasn't even amusing. Betsy was strolling around with low music playing from her phone.But there was nothing that morning.Earlier, I had been sitting in the living room browsing on my phone without really noticing anything on the display. I wasn't present mentally. Every several minutes, I would look down the corridor, hoping someone would come out.Nick stayed in his room. His door had been closed since last night. Peter was still Peter. I had not even heard him leave for breakfast. And Betsy was also in her room.That was weird.Weekends were fun. It was time for us to sit together to talk. But it felt like we were acquaintances under the same roof.Leaning b

Drake's POVFor a brief period after I had recounted everything to her, the space appeared too tight for both of us.Sitting on the side of her bed, Betsy looked at me as though she was attempting to reorganize every recollection she had of me. I stood a few feet away, not sure whether to retreat or give her space.Then she did something I had not anticipated.“I am sorry,” she murmured.I firmed my mouth. “For what”?She said, “For not knowing, for getting pissed at you when you were going through some stuff”.I immediately shook my head. “You don't need to apologize”, I said to her.“Yes, I do,” she insisted. “I believed you were concealing something awful”. “I thought you didn't trust me”.“I was hiding something from you but it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you”, I said to her.“That's not the same thing”, she said quietly.“It is”, I replied. “This is my fault, I should have told you from the start”.She stared up at me. “Why didn't you?” She asked.“I was embarrassed by it”, I s

Drake's POVThat afternoon was strenuous training.As we glided over the ice, the icy air of the rink nipped at my skin. The repeated whack of sticks hitting the puck, as well as the sound of skates slashing straight lines into the surface, reverberated all around us. The league was virtually tied now.Coach had been urging us considerably more than usual.“Again!” he shouted from the sidelines.Forming is reset right now.I felt the team's stress. Everyone wanted a place in the ultimate league. Everyone was aware that one slip-up would cost them that.I pressed on, slicing two defenders before passing the puck flawlessly across the ice. The rhythm was comfortable.For a brief time, nothing else existed.Coach's whistle then sounded abruptly.Everybody stopped.“Gather up!” he said.I skated toward him with the rest of the team, removing my gloves as we made a half circle.Coach seemed rather calm.“There is an update,” he said. "One transfer student is coming to the team."There were

Drake’s POVMy hockey stick slung over my shoulder, I walked next to Nick down the stone path connecting the schoolyard. Students chatting, lockers slamming somewhere in the distance, and the soft whistle of the wind going across the trees were among the sounds of campus life in the afternoon.Usually, I wouldn't give it much thought, but today my brain was far too busy.Maxwell. Simply thinking of him made my jaw tighten.“I'm starting to detest that person already,” I murmured.Nick looked sidelong at me, his brow raised.“You are talking about Maxwell once more, aren't you?” he asked quietly.“Yes,” I answered swiftly. “Who else?”Nick sighed softly as we kept moving.“What precisely did he do this time?” He asked.I ran a hand through my hair. “He didn't really do anything.” “That is the issue. It is his conduct as well as the way he speaks. Like he already has the team.”Nick murmured.“That confidence you mentioned earlier?” he asked.“It is arrogance not confidence.”Nick waite