All Chapters of Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Zane's POVThe pack house is quieter than usual for a weeknight.A few wolves nod respectfully as Kaidora and I walk through the entrance, but there's none of the usual bustle. Just an odd, heavy silence that makes my instincts prickle with unease.“Relax,” I murmur to Kaidora, feeling her tension spike through the bond. “It's probably just routine pack business. My father does this sometimes— calls me in to discuss territory issues or upcoming events.”“Then why did Marcus say it was urgent?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.“Because Marcus is dramatic.” I squeeze her hand. “Everything is urgent to him.”But even as I say it, I don't quite believe it. The timing is too convenient, right after my meeting with Summer, right after we decided to confront Elder Rian.We reach my father's study on the second floor. The door is slightly open, warm light spilling into the hallway.I knock twice. “Father? You wanted to see me?”“Enter.”His voice is calm, giving nothing away. I push the d

Kaidora's POVI can't stop shaking. We've been back at the apartment for over an hour, and I still can't shake the feeling of Alpha Rowan's eyes on me. The way he looked at me— not with suspicion exactly, though that was there too. But something else. Something that made my skin crawl and my instincts scream ‘run’. “Kai.” Zane's voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. “You need to breathe. You're going to hyperventilate.”I realize he's right. My breathing has become shallow and rapid, my chest tight with panic I can't seem to control.He pulls me onto the couch beside him, his arms wrapping around me while the bond pulses with his desperate need to comfort me. “It's okay. You're safe here. He can't hurt you.”“Can't he?” The words burst out harsher than intended. “He's an Alpha, Zane. The Alpha. If he wants me dead, I'm dead. It doesn't matter where I hide.”“I won't let that happen.”“You can't promise that.” I pull away to look at him, seeing my own fear reflected in his stormy

Zane's POVThe old maintenance building looks even more decrepit at night.I'm positioned behind a cluster of overgrown bushes about thirty feet from the entrance, close enough to intervene if needed but hidden enough that Warren won't spot me immediately. Through the bond, I feel Kaidora's nervous energy as she approaches the building alone, exactly as Warren's message specified.Every instinct screams at me to go with her, to not let her face this alone. But we agreed this was the best approach, let Warren think she came alone, while I stay close enough to protect her if this turns out to be a trap.The door creaks open and Kaidora slips inside. My heart hammers as I watch the entrance, counting seconds, ready to burst in at the first sign of danger.Through the bond, I feel her surprise, then cautious relief. Not fear. Not panic. Which means Warren is actually there, and he's not attacking.I wait another thirty seconds, then follow. If this is going to be a conversation about help

Zane's POVThe panic hits me like a punch to the chest. One moment I'm running drills, my mind half on practice and half on Kaidora waiting safely at the apartment. The next, the bond explodes with her fear and determination and guilt— so much guilt that I nearly stumble mid-play.Something's wrong. Something's very, very wrong.Zane!” Coach's voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. “Focus! What the hell is going on with you?”“I—” The bond pulses again, and this time I catch fragments of her intention. The archives. Warren. Now.No. No, she promised. She promised she wouldn't go alone.‘KAI, NO. DON'T. WAIT FOR ME. PLEASE!’I throw everything I have into the bond, desperate to make her stop, to make her understand how dangerous this is. But all I get back is love and apology and unwavering determination.‘I love you. I'm sorry. But I have to do this.’Then the bond shifts— she's moving, going deeper into somewhere dark. The tunnel system. Warren must be showing her the old maintena

Kaidora's POVWe make it back to the apartment in a blur of motion and panic.Marcus drives while Zane holds me in the backseat, the bond pulsing with his desperate need to comfort me and my overwhelming grief. Warren follows in his own car, the folder of documents and his phone full of photographs, our only tangible proof that we didn't just risk everything for nothing.Except it feels like nothing. Because even with evidence in hand, even with mission reports and documentation, I still don't have what I really need.The truth.Inside the apartment, Warren spreads everything across the table— printed photographs of documents, his phone displaying dozens more images. Zane sits beside me on the couch, his arm around my shoulders while Marcus hovers near the door, clearly uncertain about his role in whatever's unfolding.“Show me,” Zane says quietly. “Show me what you found.”Warren picks up the first photograph— a mission report dated August 15th, ten years ago. “Mission objective: In