Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Danny’s POVThe morning air is sharp, clean. I step out of my car, letting it slide into my lungs like cold water. For a moment, I just stand there, savoring it. The sun is already up, warm and bright over the school building. Students are everywhere. Walking. Laughing. Today feels good.I roll my shoulders and shut the car door with a lazy push. My boots hit the pavement as I start toward the entrance.Then my mother’s voice suddenly echoes in my head."How’s Catherine doing these days?"My steps slow.I stop right there on the sidewalk.This was the first time my mother has ever asked about Catherine. Ever. Which is strange. Because why the hell would I know what that girl is doing?These days, she and Clinton act like they can’t keep their hands off each other. The thought twists something ugly in my chest.I tell my mother the truth: I don’t know shit. But maybe… maybe I should have told her everything.A slow smile creeps across my face as I step into the hallway. Students flood

Clinton's POV The rink glows under the harsh white lights. Skates carve the ice like knives. Sticks rattle against boards. Pucks snap against glass. Cold air slashes at my face the moment I step onto the ice.This place doesn’t just wake me up…it ignites me. My blood feels hot, my muscles are tight, and my wolf, Black, stirs under my skin.“Helmets on!” Coach’s voice cuts through the rink, sharp and urgent.“Red team left! White team right! Scrimmage!”Players glide into formation, bodies low, eyes focused.I skate toward the red side. Beside me, Cody taps his stick against the ice, keeping pace like a metronome.Across the ice… Danny. Jack. White jerseys like predators circling prey.Danny skates past me and shoves his shoulder into mine, a smirk stretching across his face.“Hope you’re ready, brother.”I roll my eyes but don’t respond. Danny doesn’t intimidate me. Never has. Everyone here knows the king of the rink isn’t the loudest mouth…it’s the one who makes every move count. Me

Catherine’s POVToday, the cafeteria isn’t as loud as it used to be. And right in front of me is Amy… staring at me like I’m a ticking bomb.Honestly, I might be.She grabs my hand and gives it a small shake. “Why are you so worked up?”I don’t answer.Because if I open my mouth right now, I might start a war. And judging by how this day is going, I might actually enjoy it.“If you ask me,” Amy continues…clearly deciding to risk her life today…“I think he’s just trying to protect you.”That does it.How… how did she just manage to make me twice as angry?It’s actually impressive.Without saying a word, I grab the bottle of water on the table, twist it open, and start drinking like I’ve been stranded in a desert for days. The cold water rushes down my throat, but it does absolutely nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.“Hey, take it easy,” Amy murmurs, watching me like I might drown myself with water.I ignore her and keep drinking.If I stop, I will talk. If I talk, someone will

Catherine's POV When my phone rings and I see the name on the screen…Cody…I smile like I just won a small lottery.Perfect timing.I had given him my number earlier today at school, but I honestly didn’t expect him to call this fast. I thought maybe tomorrow… or next week… or never, if he turned out to be one of those guys.But no.Cody is clearly not one of those guys.“Hey, Cody,” I say. I can feel Clinton’s eyes on me. I pretend not to notice, even though I very much do. Ignoring him is currently my favorite hobby.“Still with Clinton?” Cody asks.“Hmm mmm,” I hum, trying to sound casual like I don’t care. Meanwhile, my brain is already cooking up drama.“Hmm… should I be worried?” he says lightly. “Or should I come rescue you now?”I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me.“Relax. I’m fine.”“Then…” he pauses for a second. “Should we start now, or maybe wait till tomorrow?”Okay, wow. Cody is moving like a man with a mission. I did not see that coming. But honestly, I kind of

Clinton's POV I sit on the floor beside the door, staring at the Rovin in my hand.It feels heavier than it should…like it knows what’s at stake.“She’s so stubborn,” I mutter, squeezing it.A cold weight settles in my chest as I imagine her collapsing somewhere, alone, gasping for air while I sit here doing nothing.No.I push myself to my feet, already planning how I’ll convince her this time. She doesn’t trust things she doesn’t understand.But this isn’t something she can argue about.She needs to wear it.The doorbell rings.My heart jumps.“Catherine…” Her name slips from my lips.Relief rushes through me so fast it almost makes me dizzy.I don’t waste a second. I grab the handle and swing the door open…And the relief dies instantly.Richard stands there.My face hardens. He is the last person I want to see right now.Without thinking, I slam the door toward his face.But he’s faster.His hand shoots out, stopping it. The door hits his palm with a dull thud, and before I can p