All Chapters of Hockey Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me Back : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sienna POVMy eyes snapped to the door. Draven. He stood there, pale and seething with barely contained fury. I rose from my bed and crossed the room toward him.When I reached him, words died in my throat. Questions burned on my tongue, but I swallowed them down. Instead, I took his hand and led him to sit beside me on the bed. Neither of us spoke. We just sat there, drowning in silence and thick, suffocating tension.Minutes crawled by before my tongue finally betrayed me. "What's wrong with you?"He released a long, ragged sigh that seemed to drain something vital from him. His eyes found mine as he gripped both my hands. "I thought you would never ask."I offered him a weak smile.I waited for him to continue, but he tore his gaze from mine, and we both stared at opposite walls, trapped in our separate turmoil. What could possibly cause this strange mixture of rage and fear etched across his features? Before I could voice the question, a violent pain seized my body. I groaned—a r

Draven POVLyra's hand remained pressed against her throat, fingers trembling as they traced the marks I'd left behind. She looked smaller somehow, diminished against the wall, and for a fleeting moment something that might have been guilt flickered through me before the rage snuffed it out completely."There were complications during the delivery." Her voice was barely above a whisper, each word careful, measured, as if she were navigating a minefield. "The labor went on too long. By the time the child came, it... it wasn't breathing. We tried everything, Draven. I swear we tried everything.""Everything?" The word exploded from me like a gunshot. I whirled on her, closing the distance again, and she flinched—actually flinched—pressing herself harder against the wall. "Everything would have been following the plan I laid out. Everything would have been keeping that child alive at any cost!""We *did* follow the plan!" Lyra's voice cracked, a hint of her own frustration breaking throu

Sienna POV Every time it sent to me, I wasn't the one who cared about the child. Him having a child of an alpha in his position would give him greater influence and power outside even to other wolves like him. I was just one of his baits, just like many others would have been, but he made me believe I wasn't just like others to him. He made me think that I'm getting loved, under his own shelter and the care of his heart. It was exactly the opposite I was getting from him. I was getting maltreated and still lied to. He doesn't want me, he wants my child. It's clear enough. And my child dying, it's one thing that would make me rise to the top. I know who is who, who hates me and who cares about me. I would rise and become that strong woman that hasn't risen from any other pack before. I would rise and lead the packs into greater things and tell them no woman is weak. But once was exactly sure of me, I had to play exactly to their games. Act like the fool shown while I sit trying fo

Sienna POV The whole atmosphere was filled with thick tension, our eyes clocking on each other's. I didn't fear, I didn't relent. I already had inner plans of what I would do if he trespassed, if he crossed his limits. I had plans that wasn't even what you would expect, neither would anybody expect from me. Everybody knows I'm a jovial, calm girl, but they don't know something deep lies within me. The truth is I was ruthless, but I couldn't bother the day I was given birth. I wolfed out, my first wolfing out. I remember I wasn't just the ordinary wolf they know. I was a silver wolf that would defend the old pack. But with what they have done to me, defending the pack isn't something close to my mind. I shall terminate each pack that have made me suffer, the rogues and my enemies. The door burst wide open. Some of his other teammates walked in. He scoffed, letting my hands free. I too scoffed and walked out almost immediately. I felt so arrogant and rude, and which was definitely one

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