All Chapters of Claimed By The Three Hockey Alphas : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Logan's povFreya hasn't spoken in three hours and I'm watching her stare at the wall with eyes that look through everything instead of at anything and my wolf is pacing circles in my mind because our mate is hurting and we can't fix it.She's curled in the corner of the couch with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped tight around her legs like she's trying to hold herself together and every few minutes she takes these shallow breaths that tell me she's fighting tears she won't let fall.Sebastian is in the kitchen making tea that nobody asked for and the sound of the kettle whistling makes Freya flinch and I see her shoulders pull up toward her ears before she forces them back down.Zane sits on the floor near the couch close enough that Freya could reach him if she wanted but far enough that she doesn't feel crowded and he hasn't moved in twenty minutes except to breathe.My phone buzzes for the seventh time in the last hour and I don't need to check it to know it's He

Sebastian's povHeadmaster Richard Sterling is waiting outside our apartment when we arrive back from the cabin and the way his shoulders sag with relief when he sees Freya makes my wolf bare its teeth because he doesn't get to look relieved when he's the reason she left."Freya," he starts and takes a step forward."No," Freya says and the single word stops him like a physical barrier. "You don't get to ambush me at my home.""I needed to know you were safe," Richard argues and his hands are opening and closing at his sides. "You weren't answering calls and I was worried.""Good," Freya responds flatly. "Now you know what it feels like."The words land like bullets and I watch Richard flinch and his face goes pale under the outdoor lights."Can we talk?" Richard asks and his voice cracks on the last word. "Please?""We're talking now," Freya states and crosses her arms over her chest."Inside maybe," Richard suggests. "Where it's private.""No," Freya repeats. "You want to talk then

Freya's povDavid is waiting in the campus coffee shop when I arrive and he looks exactly like I remember except older somehow with tension in his shoulders that wasn't there before and when he sees me his coffee cup shakes enough that liquid sloshes over the rim."Freya," he says and stands up so fast his chair scrapes loudly against the floor."Sit down," I tell him because people are staring. "You're making a scene."He sits back down and I take the chair across from him and my three mates find a table nearby close enough to intervene but far enough to give us space."I didn't think you'd come," David admits and wipes spilled coffee with a napkin."I almost didn't," I respond honestly.We sit in silence for a moment and I study my brother's face looking for signs of the lies he's been carrying and I find them in the way he won't quite meet my eyes."How long did you plan to keep lying to me?" I ask without preamble.David flinches and the napkin tears in his hands."I wanted to tel

Sebastian's povI watch Freya stare at the women's hockey league registration form for twenty minutes without moving and her finger hovers over the submit button like it might bite her if she presses it."What are you waiting for?" I ask from where I'm sitting beside her on the couch."I don't know," Freya admits and pulls her hand back. "What if I'm not good enough anymore?""You were good enough to make our team while pretending to be male," Logan points out from the kitchen. "You're definitely good enough for a women's league.""That was different," Freya argues. "I was fighting to prove something and now I'm just playing.""Just playing is the whole point," Zane says as he comes out of the bedroom. "You don't have to prove anything anymore."Freya's teeth catch her bottom lip and worry lines appear between her eyebrows."What if everyone expects me to be amazing because of all the publicity?" she asks. "What if I disappoint them?""Then you disappoint them," I respond simply. "But

Freya's pov My hands won't stop shaking as Emma tries to pin my hair for the third time and the bobby pins keep slipping through her fingers because I can't hold still."You need to breathe," Emma tells me. "Actually breathe not just pretend to breathe.""I am breathing," I argue but my voice sounds thin and reedy."You're hyperventilating," my mother corrects from where she's sitting on the bed watching. "Slow down or you'll pass out before we get you to the ceremony site."I force myself to take a deep breath and hold it for five seconds before releasing slowly and the room stops spinning quite so much."Better," my mother approves.The dress I'm wearing is simple white silk that flows to the floor and feels both too formal and not formal enough for what's about to happen and I keep tugging at the neckline even though it fits perfectly."Stop fidgeting," Emma orders gently. "You're going to wrinkle the fabric.""I can't help it," I admit. "My body won't be still."My mother stands