All Chapters of My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Clinton's POV Richard starts walking toward me through the silence, stepping around the blood spreading across the concrete floor as if the dead bodies mean nothing to him anymore.The gun hangs loose in his hand. Smoke still curls from the barrel. When he stops in front of me, he says nothing at first. His eyes stay on mine for a few seconds, searching my face carefully, before he crouches beside one of the wolves lying on the ground.Two more gunshots explode through the warehouse.The body jerks violently.Then the second one gets the same treatment. Another two bullets straight into the chest.I stare at him.“What the hell are you doing?”He ignores me completely.His claws snap out slowly, sharp silver catching the weak warehouse light, and before I can process what he’s about to do, he drives his hand into the dead wolf’s chest.Wet tearing fills the room.Blood spills across his arm as he rips the man’s heart out.Something twists hard in my stomach.Richard tosses the heart

Danny's POV The second I reach Catherine’s apartment, I start pounding on the door hard enough to wake the entire building.My chest still hasn’t settled since seeing Clinton earlier. Blood all over him. Tears on his face. That broken look in his eyes when he whispered Catherine’s name.I keep hearing it over and over during the drive here.Please don’t be dead.Funny thing is, I didn’t even realize how badly I needed her alive until those thoughts started crawling into my head.The door finally unlocks.It opens slowly.And there she is.Relief hits me so hard it almost feels humiliating.Alive.Breathing.Standing right in front of me.She looks different. Pale. Exhausted. Her eyes are dull in a way I’ve never seen before, as if she hasn’t slept properly in days. Even the way she stands there feels heavy.My heart starts beating harder anyway.I almost pull her into my arms right there.Almost.Then somebody shoves past me from behind.I turn sharply.Natasha storms straight into t

Catherine's POV My phone rests on my thigh while I stare at Clinton’s name glowing on the screen.Still no call.No text.Nothing.The silence keeps stretching and stretching until it starts feeling personal.He dropped me off at the hospital after I fainted, then disappeared completely. No checkup. No explanation. Not even one stupid message asking if I’m okay.Typical Clinton.Whenever things finally start feeling stable between us, he somehow finds a way to ruin it.I unlock my phone again and scroll through my contacts slowly even though I already know where his name is. My thumb stops over it.Clinton.One click.That’s all it takes.But my hand just stays there, frozen.I sigh sharply and throw the phone onto the bed instead.“Forget him.”The words sound weak even to me.I press a hand against my chest because something still feels wrong inside me. Ever since this morning, my heartbeat hasn’t settled properly. It keeps skipping strangely, hard enough to make me stop breathing

Clinton's POV I’ve been standing in front of Catherine’s apartment for over ten minutes, knocking until my knuckles ache, but she still refuses to open the door.She’s definitely in there.Ignoring me on purpose.I rest my forehead briefly against the door and let out a slow breath.“Catherine, please.”Nothing.Not even footsteps.Usually, she would at least yell at me through the door by now. Tell me to go to hell or call me annoying or... something.This silence feels different.Heavy.I drag a hand through my hair and lean back against the wall, staring at the floor while exhaustion settles deeper into my bones.I deserve this, honestly.I left her alone at the hospital without explanation and disappeared. Any normal person would be furious.The problem is, I didn’t know how to face her after Richard died.Even now, the thought still hits me so suddenly my chest tightens again.Richard.I close my eyes briefly.I really thought he’d always be there somehow.The idiot annoyed me h

Catherine's POV I don’t even know where I’m going anymore.I just keep moving.One bus turns into another, then another after that. I sit beside strangers, press my forehead against cold windows, and watch unfamiliar streets blur past while the sky slowly darkens above me.Every time the bus stops at the last station, I grab my bag, get down, and enter another one before my thoughts can settle properly.Farther.That’s the only thing my mind keeps repeating.Farther away from Woodblock City.Farther away from the Red Moon pack.Farther away from Clinton.The funny thing is, I keep expecting him to come after me anyway. Every time a bus door opens, part of me looks up, expecting to see him standing there with that intense stare of his, breathing hard after searching everywhere for me.But he never comes.By the time I finally stop moving, it’s already past one in the morning.I stand outside a small roadside motel with flickering lights hanging over the entrance and stare up at the si