All Chapters of Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Captain: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sierra.There was a constant smell in hospitals. Sharp, cold and clean like terror washed into the walls. Asher had applied pressure to Rebecca's wound throughout the drive but blood was still on the sheets as she was hurried through the emergency doors on a stretcher. The nurses moved quickly, their hands practiced, their voices calm but urgent. Her name was requested by someone. A second person inquired about allergies. A third voice instructed us to hold off. She disappeared behind swinging doors in an instant. I swallowed my saliva many times, my heart was beating and I couldn't control how my hands were shaking and there were so much blood on my clothes.“ She spent just five minutes outside,” I muttered. “Five,.that was it, who would have done this?”Asher did not speak. His knuckles were white his hands were clenched and his wolf was hardly contained beneath his skin.I knew Asher would destroy the hospital to find the perpetrator if they were anywhere close. Dad ,Mom and Ev

Sierra. It was a different feeling in the courthouse this morning. As we passed through the doors every step reverberated a warning sound that followed us. The entrance was once more lined with cameras but nobody yelled this time. Instead they kept a close eye on the story watching to see how it would develop. Pale but upright Rebecca emerged between two officers. The doctor had actually insisted she don't appear in court but then if she doesn't who will and she had told the doctor she would be fine. Asher remained near me, his hand warm on my back. His concentration was felt by me via the connection. Sebastian had already entered, with one arm casually resting on the table as if he had nowhere else to go, he sat at the table with his attorney at ease. His expression softened into what appeared to be concern when he saw us.It was nearly persuasive. Nearly. We settled in. The room quickly filled up. The judge walked in, her expression unreadable as usual. Everybody stood and aft

SierraThe security log glared at me like a reproach. Three minutes. That was all any person needed to get in, to whisper threats at Rebecca, to disappear before anyone could react."Can you track down who logged into that system?" Dad asked, already leaning over Evan's screen.Evan"Working on it," he said, his fingers dancing on the keyboard. "But the guy who did that had a very clear idea of what he wanted. They've obfuscated their tracks with a cascade delete. The access record began deleting itself the instant they logged out."Asher's jaw was clenched so tightly that I could see the muscles twitch beneath his skin. "How many people have that kind of access?""At the courthouse?” Evan said, pausing as he looked over the information. "Maybe a dozen. Security managers, IT people, senior administrative staff.”"And Sebastian could have bribed any one of them," Jace said from where he stood by the door. Since we came back inside he'd been silent, but his eyes never stopped moving, tak

Sierra.Police sirens wailed in the distance, piercing closer. Fighting had started, someone had called them probably a neighbor that must have made a call and reported some sort of fight or noise. In a matter of minutes, the house would be crawling with cops asking questions we just couldn’t answer.Evan,” Asher said. “Ensure the security footage is backed up and encrypted. Multiple copies.”“Already done,” Evan replied.“Jace, get statements from everyone who witnessed what occurred. Keep it simple, stick with the facts.”Jace nodded and moved off.Asher said turning to me. “You have to be careful what you say about the power thing. We don’t know who might be listening.”“I know,” I said. “I’m going to say I pushed him. Adrenaline, fear, whatever.”"“Good.”The cops turned out with their lights flashing, making our normally quiet corner look like a red and blue carnival. Officers spilled from their cars, hands already on their weapons, when they sized up the situation and ascertaine

SierraEvan’s fingers danced over his keyboard, bringing up footage from all the angles we had. The screens proliferated across his laptop, a dozen views of our property from the previous night.“There,” he said, freezing one feed. “2:43 a.m.”We pressed in close to view. The timestamp was the peak of the home invasion middle of the night when we had all been inside, baking. In the frame, a figure emerges slow and leisurely, making their way directly to Rebecca’s car which is situated near the garage.“Can you zoom in?” Asher inquired.Evan did, and a chill ran down my spine.The individual wasn’t donning the black tactical gear we assumed the intruders would be in. They were in plain clothes, a jacket and jeans, and they acted like they belonged there. Like they were entitled to take a stroll across our land in the dead of night.“That’s not one of ours,” Jace said softly.“No,” said Dad, and he was right. “That’s someone who understood exactly when to go, when all eyes would be focu