All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE HOCKEY PLAYER (WHILE OVERSIZED): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ella's POVThe Moon Goddess spoke for what felt like hours.She told me everything. About my father. About the curse. About the choice he was given. About the life he had built. About the lies he had told.And with every word, my heart broke a little more.My father was alive. He had been alive this whole time. He had chosen to leave us. He had chosen to start over. He had chosen a new wife. A new daughter. A new life.He had chosen to forget us."Why?" I asked. The word came out broken. Empty. "Why would he do that?"The Moon Goddess looked at me. Her golden eyes were soft. Gentle."Your father loved you," she said. "He loved you more than anything. But when he died, something changed in him. He saw the other side. He saw what was waiting for him. And he realized that he had been given a second chance. A chance to live without pain. Without loss. Without the weight of everything he had carried.""So he just... threw us away?""He didn't see it that way. He saw it as a new beginning.

Ella's POVTwo months had passed since I found my father.Two months of awkward conversations. Two months of slow healing. Two months of learning how to be a daughter again. Two months of learning how to be a sister.It wasn't easy. Some days were harder than others. Some days I woke up angry. Some days I woke up sad. Some days I didn't want to see him at all.But I kept going. I kept trying. I kept showing up.Because that's what family does.And slowly, painfully, beautifully, we were becoming a family again.---LilyLily was the easiest part.She was four years old. She didn't know about the curse. She didn't know about the sacrifice. She didn't know about the pain.She just knew that I was her big sister. And she loved me.Every time I visited, she would run to the door. Hug my legs. Drag me to her room."Ella! Ella! Look what I made!"She would show me her drawings. Her toys. Her latest obsession.I would sit on the floor with her. Play with her. Laugh with her.And for a little

Ella's POVThe old woman's words haunted me.A child of prophecy. The one who will unite the packs. The one who will bring peace.Hunted.I couldn't sleep that night. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my hand resting on my stomach. Kael was beside me, sleeping peacefully. He didn't know. I hadn't told him yet.I didn't know how.How do you tell your mate that your unborn child is the most powerful wolf in history? How do you tell him that their life is already in danger? How do you tell him that everything we thought we knew was about to change?I closed my eyes. Took a deep breath.Tomorrow. I would tell him tomorrow.---The MorningI woke up before Kael.I made breakfast. Pancakes. His favorite. I needed to soften the blow.He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes."Morning," he said. "What's all this?""I made breakfast."He smiled. "I can see that. What's the occasion?"I took a deep breath. "We need to talk."His smile faded. He sat down across from me."What's going on?

Ella's POVI stared at the old woman.My mind was blank. My heart was pounding. My whole body was shaking."The Alpha King," I repeated. "My real father is the Alpha King?""Yes," the old woman said. "The most powerful wolf in existence. The ruler of all packs. The one who has been searching for you since the day you were born."I felt like the world was spinning."But... but the man I thought was my father? The man who raised me? The man who just tried to kill my baby?""He was a guardian," the old woman said. "A wolf sworn to protect you. The Alpha King entrusted you to him when you were just a baby. He was supposed to keep you safe. To raise you. To love you.""But he didn't.""No. He turned. He let darkness into his heart. He forgot his oath. He forgot his duty. And he forgot you."I felt tears stream down my face."So everything was a lie? My whole life? The man I mourned? The man I forgave? None of it was real?""The love you felt was real," the old woman said. "The love you gav

Ella's POVThree weeks passed in the Northern Territory.Three weeks of training. Three weeks of learning. Three weeks of preparing for a war I didn't know if I was ready to fight.My father was relentless. He pushed me every day. Not physically. He couldn't. But mentally. Emotionally. He taught me about the packs. About politics. About strategy."You're not just a princess," he said. "You're a leader. And leaders need to understand the world they're leading."I listened. I learned. I grew.But the fear never went away.Every night, I lay in bed, my hand on my stomach, and I wondered if I would survive long enough to hold my baby.---The ConnectionThe baby was growing.I could feel it. Not just physically. But spiritually. Emotionally. The bond between us was strengthening every day.Sometimes, when I was alone, I would talk to them."Hi, little one," I whispered. "It's me. Your mom."No response. Not yet. But I felt something. A presence. A warmth."I don't know what you're going t