All Chapters of My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clinton's POV “Blunt! Heads up!”I barely register Jack’s shout before the puck whizzes past my stick. Cody snatches it, skates hard down the left, and fires.Goal.The red light flashes.“Two–zero, baby!” Cody whoops, lifting his stick like he just won the Stanley Cup.I grit my teeth.The ice is cold under my skates. Sharp. Alive. Usually, that’s enough to pull me back…the scrape of my blades, the thud of the puck against the boards, the frozen air burning my lungs. This rink is home.Today?It’s not working.My chest feels tight, like someone shoved a fist straight through my ribs and left it there.Catherine.Her face from yesterday won’t leave me alone. The way her eyes went dull when I ignored her. Not angry. Not loud. Just… hurt. Like I’d carved something out of her without even trying.If I had heard about those ridiculous rumors sooner, I wouldn’t have walked past her like she didn’t exist. I wouldn’t have let her stand there thinking I believed even one word of that trash.

Replace the TalismanRichard’s POVThe room still smells like Amy’s perfume.My chest rises and falls slowly as I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling. My body feels loose, warm, satisfied. One of the best sex I’ve ever had. Amy lies beside me, her bare back pressed to my side, her fingers tracing lazy lines over my chest.For a moment, everything feels normal. Peaceful. Like the world isn’t sitting on a ticking bomb.I turn my head and look at her. Her hair is messy. Her lips are swollen. She looks beautiful like this…unguarded, soft.“There’s something I need to tell you,” I say quietly.Her fingers stop moving.I already hate that.“What?” she asks, voice cautious.“A human showed up in school yesterday. A reporter.”Her body stiffens instantly. I feel it before I even finish speaking. A little alarm bell goes off in my chest…her pulse shifts under my fingers, subtle, but sharp.“A human?” she repeats, sitting up a little, eyes scanning my face. “How?”“I don’t know,” I say. “But

All Bark, No BiteDanny’s POV I step down from my car and close the door softly. The engine clicks as it cools, the sound fading into the quiet hum of the street. The restaurant glows ahead of us, all glass and gold light, like it’s waiting just for her.I walk around to the passenger side and open the door for Natasha.She steps out slowly, and for a second, my breath gets stuck in my chest.She looks beautiful. Not just pretty…beautiful in a way that hurts a little. The black bodycon dress hugs her like it was made only for her body. Her hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, her makeup soft but glowing. Even with everything she’s been through today, she still shines.“You look beautiful,” I say, and my voice comes out quieter than I expect.Her lips curve into a real smile…the first real one I’ve seen from her today. She spins once, just a small turn, playful, careful not to draw too much attention. The dress doesn’t flare, but the movement still makes my heart jump.“Thank you

Jack’s POVThe dining room is too quiet.It presses on my ears, making my head pound even harder.The soft clink of forks against plates is the only sound filling the air, and even that feels forced.Mom hasn’t said a single word since Cody and I walk in. That alone is strange enough. She usually talks through meals…complains about work, asks random questions no one asked for, fills every empty space with sound. Today, she just eats. Slow. Careful. Like she’s afraid of making noise.Dad’s jaw is tight. His eyes stay on his plate.I should enjoy the peace. I really should. My head feels like it’s splitting open. I haven’t slept right in days. I haven’t eaten right either. Ever since Lily broke up with me, my body feels like it’s shutting down piece by piece. She won’t answer my calls. She blocked me everywhere. Like I never mattered.I twirl my fork into the pasta for the third time and bring it toward my mouth. The smell alone makes my stomach twist. I freeze. My chest tightens. Naus

I pull up in front of the convenience store where Catherine works.The bell over the door keeps chiming as people drift in and out. My heart is still racing from what happened at the restaurant twenty minutes ago, like my body never caught up to the idea that we’re supposed to be safe now.I put the car in park and look at her.I wanted to take her home. I really did. But Catherine is… Catherine. She still won’t tell me where she lives, and no matter how many jokes I throw at her, she won’t budge.She's so stubborn “Go straight home,” I tell her. “Lock your doors. Lock your windows. Don’t step outside tonight.”She doesn’t answer.She opens the door and steps out like I didn’t just list all the ways she could end up dead. She starts walking away, shoulders loose, unbothered, like the world has never given her a reason to be afraid.“Catherine,” I say, my voice sharp.She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t turn. Just keeps going.Then I hear it…the low, violent growl of an engine.A motorcycle cut