Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Kaidora's POVThe game night.The arena is already crowded when we arrive, and the noise hits me like a physical force.I've been to one game before— the night everything changed— but this feels different, bigger. The energy is electric, crackling through the air as students pour into the stands wearing Highcrest colors. The rival team's section is a sea of blue and silver, already chanting.And everyone… Everyone is looking at us.Zane's hand tightens around mine as we navigate through the crowd. He's in his hockey gear, number 17 emblazoned across his back, and he looks every inch the star player he is. Confident. Powerful. Completely in his element.I, on the other hand, feel like I'm about to throw up.“You'll be fine,” he whispers, leaning close so only I can hear. “Just be yourself.”Be myself. Right. Except myself is a human girl who doesn't belong here, who doesn't understand hockey, who's terrified of being discovered.But I nod anyway, because what else can I do?He leads me

Kaidora's POV Saturday morning sunlight filters through my curtains, and I wake with the memory of last night still clinging to me like a second skin.The game. The cheering. The way I smiled for the first time in forever. Elder Thorne's cold assessment. Warren's threatening text.The drive home had been quiet, both of us processing everything. When we got back to the apartment, Zane had walked me to my door like this was a real date, like we were a real couple navigating real feelings.“Get some rest,” he'd said, his hand lingering on my cheek. “You've had a long night.”I'd wanted to argue, to remind him about Chelsea's party— the one she'd invited us to. But Zane was right. I was exhausted. Emotionally drained from performing, from pretending, from the terrifying realization that I wasn't pretending anymore.So I'd stayed home while the rest of campus partied. While Amber sent me updates about how amazing it was, how everyone was asking about me and Zane. I'd fallen asleep to th

Zane's POVI step into my bedroom and close the door before answering Marcus's call.“Tell me it's not as bad as I think it is,” I say without preamble.“It's worse.” Marcus's voice is grim. “Warren cornered Jessica this morning. She's the one whose sister works in the student records department.”My blood runs cold. “And?” I ask through gritted teeth.“And he's blackmailing her. He threatened to expose something about her family if she didn't pull Kaidora's admission file.”I sink onto my bed, running my free hand over my face. Of course Warren would go straight for the weakest link. Jessica is barely nineteen, from a small pack that depends on our father's goodwill for territory rights. Her family can't afford to make waves.“When?” I demand.“He wants the files by Monday. That gives us only today and tomorrow to figure out what to do.”Monday! Two days before Warren has documented proof that Kaidora's background doesn't exist. That she lied on her application and that everything ab

Kaidora's POV Sunday morning feels different. Maybe it's because tomorrow everything might fall apart. Or because when I wake up, I can hear Zane moving around in the kitchen, and my chest aches with longing for something I can never really have.I lie in bed longer than necessary, staring at the ceiling, trying to reconcile the two versions of myself.The girl who came here for revenge, has a photo of a ring that might lead her to her parents' killers, and who should be using every spare moment to investigate, to plan, to prepare for the justice she's been seeking for ten years.And the girl who wants to get out of bed and have coffee with Zane, who smiled at a hockey game, who kissed him back without hesitation, and falling for the one person she absolutely shouldn't.I don't know how to be both anymore.A soft knock on my door pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. “Kai? You awake?”His voice does something to my heart that I'm too tired to fight.“Yeah. Come in.”The door opens, a

Zane's POVI wake with Kaidora still curled against me, her breathing soft and even, and for a heartbeat I let myself exist in the fantasy that we're just a normal couple waking up together. That today is ordinary. That the sword hanging over our heads doesn't exist.Kaidora shifts in my arms, and I know from the change in her breathing that she's awake. Neither of us moves. Neither of us wants to be the first to acknowledge what's coming.“We should get up,” she finally whispers.“Five more minutes.” I pull her closer, selfish and desperate. “Please.”She doesn't argue. Just presses her face into my chest and holds on like I'm the only solid thing in a world that's tilting sideways.Those five minutes stretch into ten, fifteen, twenty. Neither of us are willing to let go, or ready to face what waits beyond this bedroom door.My phone shatters the illusion with its loud ringing. Marcus. Of course.“I have to take this,” I say reluctantly.Kaidora nods and slips out of bed, disappeari