Semua Bab Knotted By The Bully Hockey Star: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Ella’s POVThe envelope holds just one sheet of paper. It’s handwritten, and the ink has faded to a rusty brown, but I can still read every word clearly.It says that, by order of the Council, the Silver Moon pack is officially declared hostile. It states that false evidence of aggression will be created and added to the Council records. It also says punishment is allowed without any further approval, and that lethal force has been authorized.I read it once, then read again, but the words stay the same no matter how many times I look at them.My eyes move down to the signatures at the bottom. It contains three names.Alpha Steele, his handwriting is sharp and aggressive, it is pressed so hard that it almost tears through the paper.Chancellor Voss, signed in a flowing script that almost looks beautiful.And the third name is Miriam Steele.The silence that came from Jax is more shocking than anything he could have said.I look at him and the expression he has left his face. His eyes

Ella's POV The kitchen still carries the scent of burnt toast and coffee when my phone vibrates on the counter.The numbers seem unfamiliar. No name, just a local area code flashing across the screen. Part of me considers ignoring it and letting the call die on its own. For weeks now, Radcliffe’s men have been playing games with my phone, calling only to disconnect the instant I answer. But a strange tension is deep inside my chest, that sharp wolf instinct I’m still trying to understand, warning me not to ignore it. Before the ringing can stop, I reach for the phone and answer.“Hello there?”“Ella, don’t end the call.”It’s Rowan.The moment I hear his voice, I know something is off. The usual smooth confidence is missing, along with that teasing tone he hides behind whenever things get too serious. What replaces it is rough and unusual, like every word is being forced out under pressure. This isn’t the Rowan I’m used to hearing. This voice sounds worn thin, tense, and almost desp

Jax's POV"You must be Steele's son."Jax raises his head. The monk still lies quietly beside the window, without moving, but his faded eyes are now on him, shining slightly in the dim light."Yes, I am."Aldric gives a slow nod. His thumb drifts repeatedly across the back of his other hand, the motion restless, as if he's trying to ease an ache buried deep inside the joint."I was there the night it all happened. Forty-three years ago. I am only twenty, and I don't have the courage to refuse the men who put the pen in my hand."Jax leans in slightly. "Tell me more.""Voss is there too. Younger back then, but cruel already. Already carrying himself like no one could ever challenge him."Aldric's voice falters when he says the name. "He came with two council guards. They emptied the record hall and sent everyone out except me, because I don't matter. Just a young scribe who copies papers and knows how to stay quiet.""Why you?""Because I was good enough to imitate a signature without

Jax’s POV The front door slams behind me. Brother Aldric slowly steps into the foyer. I gesture on him. “Please welcome to my home.” He smiles. He sits on the couch. It's already dark into the night. 8:30 PM. The next person I think of is Ella. My wolf suddenly sniffs something. Something unusual. Not tonight. “I'm coming.” I say to Aldric, then to Marcus. “Please entertain him while I come.” The moment out of the living room to the inner room, a scent slammed into my chest, honeyed vanilla and something feral. Omega heat. Ella’s heat.My wolf surges against my ribs, claws scraping my insides, demanding I hunt. Every muscle locks. I hasten my step through the hallway, tracking that sweet, aching scent. My hand guides to my cock, it's already hardening. My sanity is at stake. Should I find Ella this way I'm imagining in my mind, there’s no room for gentle act.Around the guest bathroom, the scent intensifies. A muffled whimper cuts through the door, and my control splinters. I

Ella's POVMy hands rest gently on him as we lie together, thinking about the romantic moment we just shared. My breathing is still uneven, trying to catch up with the reality. I lift my eyes to his face, softly tracing his face with my fingertips while he looks back at me with raw, seductive eyes.“It felt incredible,” I say, as I blush all over my cheeks. “And…” I slowly push myself upright, holding his gaze as my heart pounds harder in my chest.“What is it?” he asks softly, sitting up beside me.“Will you keep fucking me,” I whisper shyly, unable to look away from him, “so I won’t have to rely on suppressants anymore?”His eyes widen and he suddenly pulls back a little. My wolf lets out a low, annoyed grumble inside me. I cup his face again, gently turning him back toward me.“Just sex, hmm?” I pout softly, tilting my head as I try to persuade him into agreeing.“Hmm.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking almost conflicted. “You know I’m a hockey captain. I have to keep some leve