All Chapters of Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Captain: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SIERRAMornings here are quiet.Not like the palace where someone waiting outside the door, a schedule breathing down your neck, that special hush that means ears are tuned to every move you make. This is just… empty sound. Pipes ticking. Light sneaking through the crooked curtain slit. City doing city things far away at seven a.m. lI stayed flat on my back for a long time. Habit now. Two weeks of it. First thing: lie still. Scan the air, Is it wrong? Missing something? Too perfect? Usually nothing. The body doesn’t care that the count keeps coming up clean. It still makes you count.Everything is clean.I finally sat up.Jace’s sneakers were gone from the mat by the door. He’s got this whole routine nobody saw coming, library at six-thirty sharp. Claims it’s the three exits, the sightline to the main road, the free coffee on floor two. Mostly the coffee, let’s be honest.Asher was in the kitchen. I heard him before I saw him. Low bubble of something cooking, small careful mo

SIERRAWoke up before the alarm. Again.Not that old jolt where my heart’s already racing and I’m reaching for anything I can swing. This felt heavier. Like something was just sitting there on my ribs, waiting for me to notice.Roster day.I stayed flat on my back for a minute, staring at the ceiling cracks. Then rolled over. Asher’s door shut tight. Jace’s too. The whole place was dead quiet, even the pipes weren’t ticking like they usually do. Weird.Sat up, swung my legs out, stood. Didn’t do the usual scan for exits or whatever. Just got up. Guess that’s something.Walk to campus felt extra long. Same cracked sidewalks, same sleepy people dragging their feet. But my legs were heavy today. Asher next to me, hands deep in his pockets, trying to look casual. I know that look. He wasn’t casual at all.“You’re doing the thing,” I said.“What thing?”“That quiet pretending-you’re-not-freaking-out thing.”“I’m not pretending.”I side-eyed him. He kept staring straight ahead.“Okay,” I mu

SIERRAStability screws with you.It doesn’t hit right away. First couple days everything still feels like it could vanish if you blink wrong. But then the routine kicks in. Same walks, same times, same stupid little patterns. And suddenly you start spotting the cracks.It started small. Like it always does.Some guy kept showing up.Not right on top of us. Not obvious enough to panic about at first. Just… there.First time I noticed him outside the library. Mid-thirties maybe. Clean cut but trying too hard to look boring. Dark jacket, nothing colors. The kind of face you’d forget in five seconds.Except I didn’t.Because he didn’t belong.Second time, two days later. Across the street from the rink. Phone in his hand but not actually using it. Eyes flicking up a little too much.Third time… yeah. That killed the coincidence.I didn’t say shit right away.Not to Asher. Not to Jace.You watch first. Confirm second. React last. That’s how you stay alive.Break that order and you’re eith

ASHERThe drive took pretty much the whole day.We left before dawn. Jace's idea. Something about timing and staying off anybody's radar. I didn't fight him on it. By the time the city was gone the sky was doing that weird thing it does early — black turning into this deep grey-blue that hangs around forever before it finally decides to be morning.Sierra slept in the passenger seat for the first couple hours.Well, sort of slept. She never really does in cars. I'd noticed that after we left the palace — she stays half-awake, ready to pop up at any little noise. But she was resting at least. Head against the window, breathing slower, hands finally loose instead of clenched like they were all night.I just drove. Kept quiet. Let her have the rest.Jace was sprawled in the back with his feet up, messing with his phone. Every so often he'd make this little huff sound through his nose. That's his tell when something on the screen surprises him. Otherwise he stayed quiet. He's good at that

SIERRADinner was loud. The good kind of loud. Not chaos, just... full. Like a table that’s seen a lot of meals.Eight of us squeezed around one built for ten. Plates sliding back and forth, voices overlapping, little conversations starting then bumping into each other. Rowan — Callum’s older brother — sat way down at the end with Jace. Big shoulders, quiet eyes. He was still making up his mind about me and I liked that he wasn’t rushing it. They kept having these dry little talks that made them both glance at Asher like yeah, they were definitely talking about him.Edric sat at the head. Ate simple. Asked a couple straight questions to whoever was closest and actually listened when they answered. When he turned to me — once about how I ended up at the palace, once about what I used to study — he listened the same way he did to Asher earlier. Full focus. No fake stuff.I answered honest both times. He gave one nod each and moved on.Vera sat right next to me the whole time, watching w