Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Zane's POV Summer stands before me, and every instinct I have screams danger.She's exactly as I remember— tall, dark-haired, with amber eyes that gleam with intelligence and something darker. Malice, maybe. Or satisfaction at finding me here. She's an Alpha’s daughter from another pack, just like Serena, but unlike other she-wolves, Summer seems to hate my existence. “Summer.” I keep my voice neutral, controlled. “What are you doing here?”“Is that any way to greet an old friend you've not seen for weeks?”Her smile is sharp enough to cut. An old friend? I almost want to laugh, but nothing is actually funny right now. Summer has always acted like an enemy, not a friend, for reasons best known to her. If she's here right now, she must have a reason even though it doesn't interest me. “Marcus,” I say without taking my eyes off Summer. “Give us a minute.”Marcus hesitates. I feel his reluctance to leave me alone with her radiating off him in waves. “It's fine,” I assure him, thoug

Kaidora's POV Summer stands abruptly, her voice returning to normal volume. “Get up, Kaidora. We're not done yet.”But I can't move, I can't think past the terror consuming me.She knows. Summer knows the bond is fake. And now she's going to destroy me because of Zane?Terror claws up my throat, threatening to choke me. My hands tremble as I push myself up from the mat, every muscle screaming in protest. Blood pounds in my temples, mixing with the distant sound of Alpha Rowan shifting his weight near the windows.He's still watching, still addressing and not doing anything. Does he know too? Is this all a trap even after Thalia's verification? “I said get up!” Summer's voice cuts through my thoughts, sharp and commanding. I force my legs to hold me, swaying slightly. My ribs ache where her knee connected, and my cheeks throbs from the backhand that's probably already bruising. But none of that compares to the fear flooding my system. Summer circles me again, her amber eyes glint

Zane's POVThe walk back to the training room feels like wading through water. Every step is heavy, weighed down by guilt that sits like a stone in my chest.I should have been there this morning. Should have ignored Rowan's order to stay away from Kai's training. But I'd convinced myself that Marcus would keep her safe, that nothing could go wrong on the first day.I was wrong.‘Our mate is hurt,’ Darko snarls in my mind, pacing like a caged animal. ‘We should have been there to protect her.’ ‘I know.’ The admission tastes like failure.If Marcus hadn't reached out through the mindlink earlier and informed me about what was happening, Summer would have done much worse to Kaidora. Darko's fury spikes, making my vision blur red at the edges. I push through the training room door, and the sight that greets me makes my heart clench painfully.Kaidora sits on a bench against the wall, Marcus crouched in front of her with a first aid kit. Her lip is still bleeding, split open and swolle

Kaidora's POVTwo days after Summer's attack, I find myself in the training room of Zane's apartment complex at six in the morning.The space is small, nothing like the massive pack house facility, but it has everything we need. Mats cover the floor, weights line one wall, and mirrors reflect my bruised face back at me with uncomfortable clarity.The split in my lip has scabbed over. The bruises on my cheek have faded from deep purple to sickly yellow-green. My ribs still ache when I breathe too deeply, but the sharp pain has dulled to a constant throb I can ignore if I focus.Zane stands across from me in athletic gear, his expression serious. “We'll start with defensive basics. Footwork, blocking, evasion.”I nod, settling into the stance he demonstrated yesterday. Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, weight distributed evenly.“Good.” He circles me slowly, assessing. “The key to defense isn't strength, it's timing and positioning. You're always going to be smaller and we

Zane's POV We've not talked ever since I stormed out of his office two days ago. Although I knew he’d call, but not this soon. My stomach drops as I answer the call, keeping my voice low. “Hello.”“Zane.” His voice is cold, clipped. “We need to talk.”“About?” My fingers tighten around the phone. “Don't play stupid. You know exactly what this is about.” There's a pause, and I hear him moving, a door closing. “Your mate's training. Or rather, her lack thereof.”“I told you—”“You withdrew her against my direct orders. You made the decision unilaterally without consulting me or the pack elders.” His voice hardens. “That kind of insubordination has consequences.”“She was being assaulted, not trained.” I keep my tone even despite the anger rising inside of me. “I wasn't going to stand by and watch someone beat her bloody while you did nothing.”“I was assessing her capabilities. Her resilience. Qualities a Luna must possess.” He exhales sharply. “But you've decided you know better tha