Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Kaidora's POV “Let them talk,” I say, but my stomach churns with anxiety. “We know the truth.”Do we, though? What is the truth anymore? That we're faking it? That I'm human? That I feel something when we touch that terrifies me more than anything else in this nightmare?“You're right.” But Amber still looks worried. “I just don't want people making your life harder than it needs to be. You deserve to be happy, Kai.”The earnestness in her voice nearly undoes me. She wants me to be happy, she cares about my wellbeing so much. And when this all falls apart, when the truth comes out and everything crashes down, I'm going to lose her.The realization hits me like a physical blow. I've been so focused on survival, on keeping my secret, on making it through each day that I haven't let myself think about what comes after.But there will be an after. Either I succeed and get my revenge, or I fail and die trying. Either way, this life I've built, this friendship with Amber, this strange con

Zane's POV I hear her scream from across the hall. One second I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about the fact that Kaidora is twenty feet away. The next, her terrified scream cuts through the silence and I'm moving before conscious thought catches up.My door slams open. Hers is next.She's sitting up in bed, gasping for air, eyes wide and unseeing. Trapped in whatever nightmare has her in its grip.“Kaidora!”Darko surges forward, demanding I go to her, protect her, comfort her. For once, I don't fight him.I'm at her bedside in seconds, and when I see the tears streaming down her face, something tugs at my chest painfully.“Breathe. You need to breathe. Come on, look at me.”But she's not seeing me. She's seeing something else. Something that has her shaking like she's being torn apart.I cup her face, forcing her to focus. “You're safe. You're here with me. Whatever you saw, it's not real anymore.”Her hands grip my wrists desperately, like I'm the

Kaidora's POV The crowd parts as Professor Moore leads us toward her office. I can feel everyone staring, hear the whispers starting. By lunch, the whole campus will know that Zane's mate and Serena Kane got into a fight.This is exactly the kind of attention I don't need.Professor Moore’s office is small but neat, lined with different books. She gestures for us to sit, then closes the door with a decisive click.“Now,” she says, leaning against her desk. “Someone want to tell me what that was really about?”Serena speaks first. “Nothing, Professor. Like I said, just a misunderstanding.”“I wasn't asking you, Miss Kane.” Professor Moore looks at me. “Miss Hayes?”I hesitate. What do I even say? That Serena is mad because I'm supposedly mated to the guy she wants? That she thinks I'm too lowly to be with him?“She was... expressing her opinion about my relationship with Zane,” I finally say. “It got heated.”“Heated enough that she drew claws on you.”“I didn't—” Serena starts.“I kn

Kaidora's POV I've cleaned the kitchen three times, even though it doesn't need cleaning. The apartment is already spotless. But I need something to do with my hands, something to focus on besides the fact that Zane said ‘we need to talk’ and those four words have been eating me alive for the past two hours.Nothing good ever follows that phrase.I spray the counter again, scrubbing at a spot that doesn't exist, trying not to think about what he might say. That the kiss was definitely a mistake, and we need to establish better boundaries. Or I'm making this fake relationship too complicated.Or even worse, he knows I wanted it. That I kissed him back without hesitation, and for those few minutes, I forgot every reason I should hate him.The apartment door opens, and my heart lurches into my throat.Zane walks in, and just the sight of him makes my stomach do something complicated and unwelcome. He's still in the clothes from this morning— t-shirt and jeans— but his hair is messier no

Kaidora's POVThursday morning comes with sunlight streaming through my window and the sound of Zane moving around in the kitchen.I lie in bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night. The conversation. The almost-confession. The kiss that we definitely shouldn't have had but did anyway.The way he looked at me like I was something precious instead of just a problem to solve.My fingers drift to my lips, and I hate myself a little for it. For memorizing the feel of his mouth on mine. For wanting it to happen again. For forgetting, even for a moment, that he's a werewolf and I'm supposed to hate everything he represents.But hating Zane Grayson is getting harder every day.A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts.“Kai? You awake?”That nickname again. It does something to my chest every time he uses it.“Yeah,” I call out. “Give me a minute.”I go through my morning routine on autopilot— bathroom, scent masking, getting dressed. When I finally step out, Z