All Chapters of I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty One

JORDAN 3 DAYS LATERThe heavy, vibrating buzz of my encrypted phone against the kitchen counter violently shattered the quiet of my apartment, yanking me entirely out of my exhausted, brooding thoughts. I had spent the last three days completely ignoring the mandatory hockey practices and violently snapping at anyone who dared to speak to me while I waited for Cael to finalize his dangerous cyber investigation.I snatched the phone from the granite surface and answered it immediately. "Tell me you did not fail me, Cael.""I never fail when the stakes are this incredibly high, Jordan, but I have to admit, this particular secret was buried deeper than anything I have ever encountered in my entire career," Cael announced, his voice practically vibrating with an overwhelming mixture of sheer exhaustion and massive, undeniable triumph. "We hit the absolute jackpot.""Do not speak in riddles, Cael. Tell me exactly what you found hidden in her pristine closet," I demanded, leaning heavily a

Chapter Twenty Two

EMBERLY LYNNWOOD The heavy, incredibly foul-smelling protective hockey gear felt exactly like a suffocating prison suit as I stood awkwardly near the edge of the freezing ice rink, desperately wishing I could simply disappear completely into the concrete walls of the arena. The head coach was entirely ignoring my frantic, repeated protests, forcefully pushing a battered helmet into my chest and loudly ordering me to get out onto the blue line for the mandatory defensive scrimmage. I desperately tried to explain that my designated academic supervisor position absolutely did not require me to participate in highly dangerous contact drills with massive werewolves, but he completely shut my argument down without a second thought. He aggressively reminded me that hundreds of legitimate collegiate athletes would happily kill someone for this exact amount of premium ice time, leaving me with absolutely no choice but to secure the chin strap of the massive helmet and step out onto the slip

Twenty Three

JORDAN The freezing, biting air of the Junylria evening felt incredibly refreshing against my damp hair as I pushed open the heavy glass doors of the athletic arena and stepped out onto the concrete pavement. I was mentally preparing myself for the quiet, solitary drive back to my apartment, but my plans were immediately ruined by the entirely unwelcome sight of Victoria Ashford waiting patiently near the front bumper of my parked vehicle.She stepped confidently up to me the absolute moment I approached, wrapping her manicured hands casually around the lapels of my heavy jacket and pressing her soft lips directly against mine in a practiced, entirely performative kiss. I tolerated the physical contact without violently pulling away, quietly noting with a heavy sense of depressing resignation that my wolf was finally getting used to not wanting to physically strangle her every single time she entered my personal space. The suffocating, inescapable reality of our forced arrangement w

Twenty Four

EMBERLY LYNWOOD The last three weeks had passed in an exhausting, completely terrifying blur of heavily scheduled hockey practices and endless, agonizing administrative paperwork, but I had miraculously managed to adapt to the grueling routine without completely exposing my dangerous secret. I was no longer the clumsy, terrified academic supervisor who fell over his own two feet on the slippery ice. I had carefully learned how to effectively navigate the chaotic, testosterone-fueled environment of the collegiate athletic department, maintaining my rigid, defensive posture and keeping my interactions entirely strictly professional. The massive, highly competitive players still entirely ignored me for the most part, but they had at least stopped actively trying to run me over during their aggressive defensive drills, silently respecting the fact that I efficiently managed their academic eligibility without constantly complaining to the head coach. I was strictly playing a supporting r

Twenty Five

EMBERLYThe bus finally pulled into the heavily illuminated parking lot of a modern, towering hotel located in the dead center of the Northern territory, long after the freezing midnight hour had completely passed. The entire hockey team was deeply exhausted, bruised, and highly agitated, eagerly waiting in the expansive, brightly lit lobby while the head coach aggressively argued with the incredibly nervous hotel concierge at the front desk."What exactly do you mean our athletic reservation was entirely canceled and transferred to a secondary facility?" the coach shouted loudly, slamming his heavy hand against the polished marble counter. "We booked thirty private suites specifically for this athletic team three months ago!"I stood quietly near the back of the exhausted crowd, my stomach violently twisting with a deep, highly suspicious dread. A booking error at an elite, highly organized hotel located directly inside Victoria Ashford’s home territory felt exactly like a deliberate

Twenty Six

JORDAN The sharp, incredibly loud ringtone of my encrypted phone violently shattered the quiet morning silence of my apartment, making my heavily bruised ribs ache aggressively as I reached blindly for the device on the kitchen counter. I saw Beta Ronan’s secured number flashing brightly across the screen, and a , freezing wave of pure dread immediately flooded my veins. "Tell me this is just a routine check-in, Ronan," I answered harshly, skipping any formal greeting. "I am calling to give you a highly urgent, critical update on Grandma Alder's medical status, Jordan, and the situation is dire," Ronan replied, his deep voice sounding entirely exhausted and heavily burdened by profound guilt. "Her condition rapidly deteriorated overnight. The doctors are reporting immediate, cascaded organ failure, and her weakened immune system is entirely shutting down."A blinding, terrifying surge of pure panic exploded violently in my chest. "Then you need to force the damn medical staff to do

Twenty Seven

EMBERLY LYNWOOD Grabbing the thick fabric of Jordan's jacket, I used every ounce of my remaining strength to drag his weakened frame out of the alleyway and into the shadows of an abandoned factory doorway. He was bleeding heavily from the torn stitches in his side. Dark blood soaked through his clothing as the silver residue burned his natural healing abilities. Wasting no time in the darkness, I ripped a ragged strip of fabric from the hem of my gray t-shirt, bunched the material together, and pressed it against his open wound to staunch the arterial flow.Jordan let out a harsh hiss of pain. His blood-stained hand wrapped around my wrist with a vice-like grip. "What the hell are you doing in the Eastern Pack, Emberly?" he demanded again. His breathing labored, his silver-gray eyes burned with a mixture of agony and shock.Racing to find a plausible excuse a clueless freshman might use, I blurted, "I came down to the industrial sector to buy a fake ID from a street dealer I met o

Twenty Eight

JORDAN The condensation dripped down the bathroom mirror, blurring the exhausted disaster staring back at me. Wiping a hand across the glass revealed dark circles beneath my silver-gray eyes and a swollen lower lip. Leaning heavily against the porcelain sink, a sharp throb radiated from the fresh bandages wrapped tightly around my ribs. My mind felt like a shattered glass window.Mate.The deep, primal voice echoed inside my skull, vibrating with a smug satisfaction that made my stomach churn."Shut up," I muttered out loud, gripping the edges of the sink until my knuckles turned white. "It was a mistake. My brain was misfiring."*Mine. Tasted like ours.*Running a hand through my damp hair, I let out a bitter laugh. "He is a guy. A teenage college boy wearing baggy hoodies. You are supposed to be an apex predator, not a confused mess. We do not kiss guys."*Do not care. Smells like rain. Tasted good.*"It was pure adrenaline," I argued, staring desperately at my own reflection, ple

Twenty Nine

EMBERLY LYNWOODSitting in the back row of my mandatory sociology elective usually guaranteed a peaceful hour of pretending to be invisible. That strategy fell apart when Professor Harrison mandated a three-person group project and read the partner assignments aloud to the lecture hall. My stomach dropped into my shoes when he called my fabricated name alongside Jordan Draven.Jordan had spent the last few days avoiding me like a walking plague since our disastrous kiss in the alleyway. He could barely look in my direction without scowling or finding an excuse to leave the room.Our third group member was Lexi. She possessed a perfect blonde blowout, zero shame, and a very obvious, predatory crush on the future Alpha. Before the lecture hall even emptied, Lexi practically sprinted over to our desk, slamming her manicured hands down on the wood with a bright, victorious smile."We are heading to the library study rooms right now, boys," Lexi announced, though her heavily mascaraed eye

Thirty

JORDANThe silence wasn’t helping.If anything, it made things worse.And my thoughts? That even made it ten times worse as I paced across the hardwood floor, my boots wearing a familiar path into the wood. Snatching my encrypted pack phone from the kitchen counter, I dialed Cael’s secure number, sizzling with frustration and worry. My chest heaved with a mixture of exhaustion and rage. Worse still, time was running out."You need to give me a positive update regarding the black-market bounty hunters right now, Cael, because I am running out of time and my father is closing his net," I demanded the moment the secure line connected, skipping any formal greeting. "I am going to tell you this as bluntly as I can, Jordan, because yelling at me is not going to produce the historian," Cael replied, his voice carrying the raspy edge of someone who had not slept in three days. "There is zero news from the mercenary teams operating in the tri-pack area. Silas erased his digital and physical

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