All Chapters of Hockey Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna POVThe morning of the competition arrived faster than I wanted it to. I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing down the fabric of my dress for what felt like the hundredth time. It was a simple navy blue dress that hugged my figure but wasn't too tight—modest enough for a pack event but nice enough that I wouldn't look out of place.More importantly, it hid my stomach perfectly.I turned sideways, examining my reflection critically. Still flat. Thank the Moon Goddess for small mercies. At three weeks, there was no visible sign of the life growing inside me, though I could feel the changes in my body—the constant fatigue, the nausea that came unexpected times,the tenderness in my breasts.But to the outside world, I looked exactly the same. Normal. Not like a girl carrying her stepbrother's child while pretending to be his supportive mate at a hockey competition.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous flutter in my stomach. This was just one day. A few hours, really.

Sienna POVI woke up to pounding on my door, harsh and insistent. My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and dried tears. My cheek throbbed where Roan had struck me, and when I touched it gingerly, I could feel the swelling."Sienna!" My mother's voice cut through the wood like a knife. "The Alpha wants to see you. Now."My blood turned to ice. The Alpha wanted to see me? We barely spoke beyond polite dinner conversation. In the months since he'd married my mother, we'd probably exchanged fewer than a hundred words total."I'll be down in a minute," I called back, my voice hoarse from crying."Five minutes. His office. Don't keep him waiting."Her footsteps retreated down the hallway, and I forced myself to sit up. My reflection in the mirror made me wince—my left cheek was discolored and puffy, the clear outline of fingers visible against my pale skin. I tried covering it with makeup, but the swelling was too pronounced. There was no hiding what had happened.I settled for pu

Sienna POV The morning started like any other day in hell.I woke to the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside my room—heavy, deliberate, belonging to someone who knew they owned every inch of this house. My stomach twisted into knots before my eyes even fully opened up to the light ray of light. These days, I measured time by the space between each encounter with him, each moment I had to steel myself against what came next.I pulled the thin blanket up to my chin, as if that flimsy piece of fabric could protect me from anything. The footsteps paused outside my door. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack right through the bone. One second. Two. Three.Then they moved on.I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, but the relief was temporary. It always was. Living in this house meant existing in a constant state of anticipation, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for his attention to turn my way, for my mother to look through me like I

Sienna POV "His name's Draven," a woman's voice called out from one of the shelters. "You got it wrong, girl."I looked at the man beside me in confusion. He rolled his eyes."She's talking about me. I told you my name was Draven. You must have misheard."Had I? Everything from the past hour felt like a blur. "Sorry, I—""Forget it." Draven waved off my apology, his attention already on the wolves circling closer. "Everyone, back off. She's under my protection.""Since when do you take in strays?" a burly man asked, stepping forward. He had scars crisscrossing his bare chest and arms that looked thick as tree trunks. "Especially pack wolves.""Since now, Garrett. You have a problem with that?""Might. Depends on what trouble she's bringing with her.""The only trouble here is you getting in my face." Draven's voice dropped dangerously low. "Now move."Garrett held his ground for another moment, then stepped aside with a grunt. The other wolves dispersed slowly, but I could feel their

Sienna POVThe day dragged on with excruciating slowness.I stayed in my shelter for most of the morning, watching through the small window as wolves moved purposefully through the settlement. Scouts headed toward the border. Groups gathered to discuss strategy. Everyone was preparing for the possibility of war, and it was my fault.No. Not my fault. Draven's words echoed in my head. Marcus's fault. This was his obsession, his twisted need for control. I had to remember that.Around midday, Maya knocked on my door with lunch and news."Draven sent messengers to three other rogue settlements," she said, settling on the edge of my cot. "One to the north, two to the east. He's asking for aid if it comes to a fight.""Will they help?""Maybe. Depends on what they think they'll gain from it. Rogues don't usually band together, but the idea of telling a pack alpha to fuck off?" She grinned. "That might be tempting enough.""I still think I should just leave. Disappear before sunset.""And I