All Chapters of THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CASSAIN Evelessa is curled into the couch beside me, flipping through some documents she claims are "boring political nonsense," which means they are definitely important.She looks peaceful for once and I wish I could keep her at peace forever until the front door opens and Alexander steps inside and I smell blood.Someone else's.A lot of it.My wolf rises under my skin instantly.Evelessa notices it too.Her head lifts slowly."Alexander?"He closes the door behind him quietly.Aretha steps in behind him.She looks shaken.My heart drops.Evelessa stands up immediately."What happened?"Alexander runs a hand through his hair.His knuckles are bruised.His shirt sleeve is torn.And there are drops of blood on his collar."Nothing," he says.Which is the worst possible answer he could give his mother.Evelessa folds her arms."Try again."Alexander sighs.Aretha shifts nervously beside him."I got kidnapped," she blurts.Silence falls over the room.The temperature drops about ten d

THALRION "Mr Thalrion," one of the board members begins the moment I step in.No pleasantries, no pretence of civility.I take my seat at the head of the table anyway.Because regardless of what they think that position was never theirs to challenge."You're late," another says sharply."And you're still alive."They don't like being reminded of the fact that their lives are fragile but what can they possibly do?""We don't have time for your games," the woman to my left says.I glance at her.Elaine Carter.Sharp, ambitious yet with fear buried under layers of practised authority."I wasn't aware you ever did," I reply calmly.She scoffs"We've lost an entire building.""We've lost personnel.""Your secretary is dead."A pause."And the press is beginning to circle."Now we're getting somewhere.I fold my hands on the table."And so what if there were some collateral damage?""It's not just 'and,'" another board member snaps.Daniel Hardin."This is a disaster.""No," I correct quie

SEBASTIAN I sit back in my chair, watching her as she spots me immediately and smiles.Alexis doesn't ever smile at me."Sebastian how is your first day going?" She smiles"Alexis." I tip my head in greeting but frown as she stops right in front of me."You're settling in well," she continues.I lean back slightly in my chair."Am I?"Her hand brushes lightly against the table."Better than expected.""You surprise me.""Did I?" I ask.Her eyes linger on me.Longer than it should."Yes."There's a flicker there.Something beneath the surface."Sit," I gesture casually to the chair across from me.She does and I know immediately that she isn't Alexis. Let's see how far you're willing to go."You've been watching me," she says."Have I?""You don't trust me.""I don't trust anyone," I reply.Her lips curve slightly."I could change that."I lean forward slightly."And why would you want to?"She doesn't look away."Because I think you're misunderstood."I almost laugh.You think I'm u

ARISTOTLE"Does this clown really feel he can cross me like this for any reason?" I hear multiple footsteps in the woods, every crunch of wet mud beneath my boots sounded too loud, too sharp. The moonlight broke through the canopy in broken fragments, silver puddles painting the path, but it wasn’t enough to settle me. I’ve been alone long enough to know this is trouble brewing in silence; the forest was mostly lively at nights with owls, crickets, whispers of wolves but tonight everything was holding its breath and so am I. After what Evelessa did and Alexis I'd been expecting an attempt or blowback from the coward. Weeks of unrest had pulled the air tight, rebellions whispered, alliances frayed, and outlaws bold enough to test me. My duty has always been to keep the sea unified and our territories safe until I heard I had a sister so I came in search of her and so far she has met with every of my expectations. At six foot four, I am a presence men instinctively bowed to, but re

CASSAIN "Cheers brother in law."There are two kinds of bad ideas.The obvious ones and the ones you only realize are bad when it’s already too late.Sitting in a bar with Aristotle?Somewhere in between.I don’t drink to relax.I drink to tolerate people.And tonight?There are a lot of people to tolerate.Alexander is already halfway through his second glass of something unnecessarily expensive.Lucian looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but is too polite or too bored to leave.Aristotle is sitting across from me like we’re not one wrong sentence away from tearing the place apart.This is bonding, apparently.“Relax,” Alexander says, swirling his drink lazily. “No one’s trying to kill anyone.”I glance at him.“That’s optimistic.”Lucian snorts quietly into his glass.“I give it ten minutes,” he mutters.“Eight,” Alexander counters.“Five,” I say flatly.Aristotle raises a brow.“You always this dramatic?”“I’m being generous.”He smirks.I don’t.Because I don’t like him.“Thi