All Chapters of THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

FAE QUEEN "Hello, King Thalrion "Hours EarlierThere are moments in a ruler's life when hesitation becomes weakness.Tonight is not a night for hesitation.The moon hangs low above the black mountains as my carriage approaches Thalrion's fortress. The sky itself seems darker here, like the stars are reluctant to shine over this place.Understandable.Thalrion is not a man the heavens favor but power rarely belongs to the favoured.The towering gates of his stronghold rise from the cliffside like the jaws of some ancient beast. Black stone. Jagged towers. Fires burning along the battlements.A warlord's kingdom.Not beautiful.Not elegant.But effective.The stags pulling my carriage are slow as we approach the massive iron gates. They snort uneasily, their glowing antlers flickering with discomfort.They sense the darkness here.So do I.But I have ruled long enough to understand something important.Fear is only useful if it controls you.I step out of the carriage before the guard

EVELESSA There are certain feelings a mother never ignores.A chill in the air.A shift in the wind.That strange tightening in your chest when something is wrong with your child.Tonight…All three hit me at once.I’m standing on the balcony of our home when it happens.The moon is high above the forest, painting the mountains silver. The world should feel calm.Peaceful.But it doesn’t.Something crawls under my skin like an invisible warning.I grip the railing harder.“Cassain,” I call quietly.Behind me, I hear his footsteps immediately.My mate never ignores my tone.He steps onto the balcony a moment later, tall and broad-shouldered, his hair still damp from a late training session.“What is it?”I don’t answer immediately.I just stare out into the forest.“Something is wrong" I say finally.Cassain looks around the valley.“I don’t see anything.”“You wouldn’t.”His brows pull together slightly.“Evelessa…”I turn toward him slowly.“My instincts are screaming.”That gets hi

ARETHA"What a mess...I'd be out soon Evelessa." I put my phone in my purse in irritation. Campus bathrooms are supposed to be boring places.Girls reapplying lip gloss and whispering gossip.Nothing dangerous.Nothing supernatural.Just normal life.At least… that’s what most people think.I push open the door to the women's restroom inside the humanities building, my bag slung over my shoulder, my mind half on the lecture I just survived and half on Alexander.Which is honestly annoying because thinking about Alexander has become a habit.A very inconvenient habit.The room is empty.Three stalls.Four sinks.A long mirror across the wall.I drop my bag on the counter and lean over the sink, splashing cold water onto my face.The chill wakes me up instantly.“Okay,” I mutter to my reflection.“Focus.”My reflection stares back at me, unimpressed.My hair is slightly messy from the wind outside.My eyes look tired and somewhere in the back of my mind…There’s that constant awareness

WILLOWI feel the council's eyes on me before I even step into the chamber. Cold, judgmental, sharp like blades. Every step I take resounds against the stone floor, and I can practically hear their thoughts, their disdain, their disapproval, their disbelief that I would even consider aligning with Thalrion."Willow," the lead elder hisses, voice brittle with contempt. "You will have no dealings with Thalrion. His path is dangerous, corrupt, and... forbidden. You are to sever all contact, immediately."Immediately. The word tastes bitter on my tongue. Forbidden. As if anyone has the right to dictate who I ally with, who I trust, who I become.I straighten my back, my emerald eyes flashing with fury. "Sever all contact?" I repeat, voice loud enough to make the council flinch. "Do you hear yourselves? You speak of forbidden, yet you've done nothing to protect our people from Evelessa and her... her sea witch bloodline! You sit in this chamber and lecture me on morality while letting chao

THALRION "Fuck...as useless as her mother" Willow's failure reaches me like a ripple through dark waters. Her fear, her frustration, the taste of defeat clinging to her aura. She always had potential, but potential without discipline is dangerous, even to me.I stride through the corridors of my stronghold, my boots echoing on the blackened stone. My anger is a living thing, coiling around my chest, and every step brings it closer to the surface. The Fey Queen's dust still lingers in the air, but it cannot shield my enemies forever. Not now. Not when I am ready."Report," I bark at one of my lieutenants, a wiry shadow of a man who flinches as I approach."She... she was repelled, my lord," he stammers, voice tight. "Willow attempted to confront Evelessa, but the sea Queen she..."I cut him off with a sharp gesture. "Enough. I do not need the details of her failure. I need the solution. Summon Willow now""Yes my lord"Seconds later Willow appears before me trembling in fear and horr