Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Zane's POVLunch with Kaidora is supposed to be our last moment of peace before everything goes to hell.Instead, it feels like a funeral for a life we never really got to live.We sit in a quiet corner of the off-campus diner, the same place where we had our first date when this whole arrangement was still fake. Back when I thought I could use her to solve my problems and walk away unscathed.Now I can't imagine walking away at all, can't imagine a life without her in it.“You're staring,” she says quietly, pushing her barely-touched salad around her plate.“I'm memorizing.” The truth comes easily. “Just in case.”“Don't.” Her blue eyes meet mine, pain written across her features. “Don't talk like that. We're going to survive this.”“Are we?” I set down my fork, appetite gone. “Kai, we're about to walk into my father's study and accuse him of murder. With incomplete evidence and no backup plan. The odds of us walking out alive are—”“Better than zero.” She interrupts, reaching across

Alpha Rowan's POVTen years!Ten years of hunger. Ten years of feeding on other wolves just to keep Brutus from fading completely, of slowly dying while maintaining the facade of a strong, healthy Alpha.And finally, finally, the solution is locked in a cell beneath my pack house.I lean against the wall outside the holding cells, allowing myself a moment of pure satisfaction. The girl. Kaidora Hayes. Human. Impossible. And yet, the moment I saw her in my study weeks ago, Brutus surged with more life than he's had in a decade.‘She's the key,’ he'd snarled. ‘She's what we need.’At first, I didn't understand. Didn't understand why a wolfless omega— or what I thought was a wolfless omega— would affect my curse so strongly. But then the pieces started falling into place.Her scent, always masked with heavy perfumes and oils. Her inability to respond to Alpha commands the way a true wolf would. The way she moved through pack territory like someone searching for something specific.But he

Kaidora's POVThe silence after they take Zane is suffocating.I collapse against the cold stone wall, my body shaking so violently I can barely breathe. Through the bond, I feel him— distant now, but still there. His rage. His terror. His desperate determination that feels futile against the reality of our situation.The cell is small, maybe eight by ten feet. Stone walls on all sides. No windows. No vents. Just a heavy metal door with a lock I have no hope of picking.I force myself to stand, to examine every inch of the space. Looking for weaknesses. For anything I could use to escape or fight or…Nothing. There's nothing.The walls are solid stone, ancient and unyielding. The door is thick steel with no handle on this side. Even the light bulb is recessed into the ceiling, too high to reach, protected by a metal cage.It's a cell designed to hold wolves, creatures with superhuman strength and enhanced senses. What chance does a human girl have against that?No chance. No chance at

Zane's POVThe drive to Connor's dorm feels like it takes forever and no time at all.Connor is Warren's friend from his freshman year, a wolf who'd quietly distanced himself from pack politics after his own father was exiled for questioning Alpha authority. He lives off-campus now, in a building that houses mostly humans and a handful of wolves who prefer anonymity to pack community.It's the perfect place to hide. To regroup. To plan something that feels increasingly impossible with every passing second.Through the bond, I feel Kaidora's terror cycling between panic and numb resignation. She's alone in that cell, probably thinking I've abandoned her. Probably thinking there's no hope left.“We're here.” Devon pulls into the parking lot of a modest apartment complex. Definitely not campus housing, this place looks like it was built in the seventies and hasn't been updated since.Warren is already texting as we climb out. “Connor's expecting us. He's clearing out his roommate for the

Kaidora's POVTime moves strangely in the cell. Without windows, without any natural light, I've lost track of how many hours have passed since they took Zane away. It could be midnight. It could be dawn. The flickering bulb above gives no indication, just continues its steady, maddening flicker.Flicker. Flicker. Flicker.I've started counting them, started using the rhythm to keep myself from spiraling completely into panic.One thousand forty-three. One thousand forty-four. One thousand forty-five.Through the bond, I feel Zane. Distant but present. His emotions shift— fear, determination, frustration, hope. He's moving around, doing something. Planning something, maybe.But it doesn't matter. Whatever he's planning won't work. Alpha Rowan is too powerful, too careful, too in control of everything.And in three days, I'll be dead.The thought should terrify me. And it does, but underneath the terror is something else now. Something harder. Colder. Resignation mixed with rage.If I'