All Chapters of Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Captain: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sierra The 40-eight hours felt like an impossible stretch of time—too lengthy to bear, too quick to restore anything. We drove and returned to campus in silence, the weight of the hearing pressing down on my chest. Asher held my hand the entire way, his thumb tracing sluggish circles like he changed into anchoring me to someone else. “We have to eat something,” mother said from the backseat. “Nodody have eaten breakfast.” The idea made my stomach twist, but I nodded. We stopped at a diner close to campus—cracked vinyl cubicles, humming fluorescent lighting. The waitress took one minute to examine our faces and left us after we went through the menu.“What happens if we fall into his want?” I asked, observing the menu without seeing it. “What are our alternatives?” Dad set down his coffee. “We do something right away, record for an emergency, it can take months.” “Months of Sebastian having criminal authority over me,” I said. “Months in which we fight every step he makes,” Da

Sierra For a long moment, Rebecca as I knew it had to be her, I recognized it in her bearing, the terror in her eyes – did not move. Then, so softly I nearly overlooked it, he said: "He told me that I was the only one. That there was something special about me because of my bloodline.”“He’s a liar,” Mom said. “He’s been doing this for a long time. Employing pack law, guardianship petitions and other means to keep young women in his bloodline. My daughter is nineteen. He’s already filed the petition. Forty-eight hours, the judge rules.”Rebecca's hands trembled as she drew the keys from her pocket. “You shouldn’t have come here.” If he knows you found me—”“He won’t,” Asher said, “as he stepped forward. “We’ll protect you. We have pack security, lawyers, everything you need to testify safely.”She laughed, with a bitter and unwhole sound. “There’s no protecting anyone from Sebastian. I have been hiding for three years and I still wake up every night thinking he has found me.”“Stop h

SierraAsher slammed his body into Sebastian's like a minecrafters missile.The blast shattered the ground beneath us, a concussive wave radiating outward that shook the visitor center and kicked up dust that began swirling in the air. Sebastian stumbled back one step—just one—but the sheer fact that he moved at all sent a cold shiver down my spine.He felt it.That had never happened before, to none of his challengers.Sebastian’s lips curved slow and delighted. “There you are,” he said again, softer now, as if he were addressing not an enemy but a lover. “That temper. That devotion. You were always like this.”Asher snarled and went for his throat.Sebastian vanished. .Not vanished—transformed. One second he was there, the next he was behind Asher, fingers closing around the scruff of his neck, slamming him face-first into the earth. The noise was disgusting.“Asher!” I screamed. I moved unthinking.The energy within me boiled yet again, raw and furiously this time, as a reaction

SierraWe settled in, and it was late afternoon. The adrenaline was shifting, leaving only heaviness and hurts. When I was finally allowed to see Asher's ribs, he hissed when I brushed the bruised skin."You need an x-ray," I told him."I just need to sleep and have about six hours of healing time," he responded. "By morning everything will be fine.""You are not fine at the moment."He replied, "No, he said. "But I will be. For you."The words landed different than they would have last week. A month ago. Now they felt like a promise, like a vow that went deeper than the mate bond or pack loyalty.“What if we lose tomorrow?” I asked softly.Asher drew me to him despite the pain it caused him. "Then we appeal. We fight. We run. But his hands don’t get you, Sierra. Not ever. I don’t care what any judge says.”"That's not a legal strategy."He shrugged, “No. "But it’s the truth." I had my face pressed against his chest as I heard his heartbeat, feeling our connection between us throb s

SierraThe morning broke softly, and it seemed almost wrong after everything that had happened. In the hotel room the curtains block part of the sunlight, but that light is weak and inapparent as if the ground had not been pulled out from beneath our feet the prior day. For a few silent seconds, I stay as I am, listening to Asher breathe and allowing myself to believe this is just another morning. No courtrooms. No Sebastian. Nothing lurking just over the horizon line of visibility on the edge of threat.The fantasy didn’t last.My phone vibrated on the bedside table. I muted it without looking, then turn toward Asher. He stared at me and smiled.“I was hoping you would still be asleep,” I said.A small smile spread across his face. “That was optimistic.”I raised myself up carefully, stretching. “How do you feel?”“Functional,” he said. “Which is an improvement.”“That is not the same as healed.”“No,” he agreed. “But it is enough.”Without warning there was a knock at the door befo