Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 89

Catherine's POV The first thing I feel is the pull, sharp and piercing deep in my head as Jack grabs my hair and yanks me forward without hesitation. I am helpless in his grip, my body scraping across the concrete as my knees hit the ground first, sending shocks through my bones.My palms hit next, burning on impact, and then my shoulder takes the weight my legs can no longer carry. Each hit feels dull at first, like my body is trying to protect me, but the numbness spreads until the pain becomes impossible to ignore.The schoolyard stretches under me in broken pieces, patches of gravel cutting into my skin, faded chalk lines rushing past my eyes, shoes moving out of the way just in time so no one gets caught in the path of what is happening.No one steps in, no one hesitates; they just watch as if this is something to enjoy. Laughter rises above the sound of scraping and cracking, and the madness of it twists something cold inside me. My breathing is shallow and stuck, trapped bet

Jack's POV My body feels like something heavy rolled over it and didn’t bother to stop, like I’ve been dragged across asphalt and left there long enough for the pain to settle into my bones.Even breathing takes effort. My chest rises slow, uneven, like it’s unsure it wants to keep doing this.I try to open my eyes and nothing happens at first. Just darkness pressing back. It feels like they’ve been glued shut. It takes longer than it should, but finally, they do.Slowly.Light comes in, bright and sharp, making me wince. My head starts to hurt right away, a deep, steady pain that moves from my temples down to my neck.I lift a hand and press it against my forehead, hoping the pressure might dull it even a little.It doesn’t.The ache feels like it’s part of me now.“Finally awake.”The voice cuts through the haze.My head turns toward it fast, and the movement sends another wave of pain crashing through me. I grit my teeth, forcing my vision to steady.Cody.He’s in the driver’s sea

Clinton's POV My phone keeps ringing, over and over again, the sound cutting through the quiet of the room, but I let it. Right now, everything feels far away except the girl lying in my bed.Catherine hasn’t moved in almost an hour.She lies on her side, facing me, her breathing slow and even, her hair spilling across the pillow. There is something about the way she looks right now that makes it hard to look away. Peaceful. Untouched by everything that happened today.I reach for her hand, and my fingers close gently around hers. I just sit there, holding her hand, letting that small contact ground me.I try to pull away after a while, shifting slightly, thinking I should stand up, maybe check who keeps calling, but her fingers tighten around mine.I pause.My eyes lift to her face, expecting to see her watching me, but her lashes are still resting against her cheeks. She is still asleep.I sink back into the chair instead of standing, letting my hand stay where it is. If she is hol

Clinton's POV The second I push the door open and step into the pack’s meeting hall, everything changes without warning. The noise that should be there disappears at once.Every head turns.Faces shift in my direction, conversations die halfway through, and the silence that settles over the hall presses against my ears in a way that makes it clear they were not expecting me.Good.I let the door close behind me and take a step forward, my eyes moving through the crowd without hurry, taking everything in.Elder Charles stands at the center of the hall, exactly where I expect him to be. He always places himself where everyone can see him. There is nothing new in that, nothing surprising, and yet the sight of him standing there today does something different to me.He looks prepared.My gaze shifts past him.Amy stands with the others, her posture tight, her arms folded across her chest in a way that tells me she has been standing there for a while.Natasha is beside her, quieter, her e

Clinton's POV My father’s voice fills the hall again.“That talisman is indeed one of a kind.”The words reach me slowly, as though they have to pass through something heavy before they land.My heart is already beating too fast, and the moment he says that, it picks up even more. Each beat presses harder against my chest until it begins to hurt in a way I can’t ignore.Not now.I draw in a breath and press my hand lightly against my chest, adjusting my stance so it looks natural, so no one sees anything beyond what I allow them to see.The last thing I need is for anyone here to notice weakness…not when everything is hanging on what he says next.“We are all alive today and in good health. All thanks to her.”A ripple moves through the crowd. Heads begin to nod, slowly at first, then more firmly, as if the reminder is settling into them whether they want it to or not.I don’t look at them.I look at him.My stepmother doesn’t move, but her face tightens. There’s something close to d