All Chapters of Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Emily’s POVThe soft afternoon light filtered through the large windows of my studio, casting warm golden streaks across the canvas I was working on. The room was quiet except for the gentle scratch of my brush moving over the surface and the faint hum of the air conditioner. I had been completely lost in my work, letting every thought and feeling flow freely into the colors and shapes before me. It was the only place where my mind could truly settle, where everything else seemed to fade into the background.That peace was interrupted when my phone suddenly buzzed loudly on the small table beside me. I set down my brush carefully, wiped my fingers clean on a cloth, and reached for it. When I saw the name on the screen, a small smile touched my lips—it had been far too long since we had properly spoken.“Hey,” I answered warmly.“Hi, Em. Are you busy right now?” Kara’s voice came through, sounding bright but carrying a slight edge of seriousness.“Um, not really,” I replied, glanc

Emily’s POV By the time the morning sunlight spilled brightly through the windows, Alex had already left for his practice session. The apartment felt quiet and still without him, but inside my mind, everything was far from calm. I sat motionless in front of my canvas, brush in hand but completely unable to bring myself to make even a single stroke. All I could think about was what I had discovered late last night—the empty condom, the realization that I hadn’t taken my birth control pills for nearly a whole month, and the heavy, unsettling feeling of uncertainty that had settled deep in my chest. Could I really be making the same mistake again? I asked myself silently, my heart beating a little faster just thinking about it. The last time I had faced this kind of situation, everything had gone wrong, and it had brought so much pain, confusion, and heartbreak into my life. But then again, things were completely different now. This time, I was with Alex by choice, and we were

Emily’s POV The late afternoon sun was dipping low over the city as Alex drove us back from the arena, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and lavender. His hand rested comfortably on my thigh the whole way, warm and steady, his thumb rubbing slow, gentle circles against my skin. It felt so calm and peaceful, the kind of quiet moment that made everything else feel a little less heavy. “By the way,” I said, breaking the silence, “Kael told me he’s organizing a bonfire gathering at his family’s villa this weekend. He said it’s just for the team and close friends—no pressure, just good food and time to relax away from the rink. I think it would be really fun to go.” Alex glanced over at me briefly, smiling softly. “I’d love to take you, honestly. When he mentioned it to me earlier, I almost said yes right away, but then I thought about you staying here alone. I was ready to turn it down if you didn’t feel like coming along.” I squeezed his hand gently. “If I can finish the mai

Emily’s POV The drive to the hospital felt like it took forever, even though we ran every red light we could safely pass. Alex gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white, his whole body tense with panic. He kept glancing over at me every few seconds, as if making sure I was still there, still holding his hand. He didn’t say a word the whole way—there was nothing that could be said that would make this feel any less frightening. As soon as he parked, he didn’t even bother locking the doors. He just grabbed my hand and pulled me along, running straight through the automatic doors and into the bright, sterile hospital lobby. The air smelled of antiseptic and coffee, and the sound of beeping monitors and hurried footsteps echoed everywhere. We scanned the waiting area frantically until we spotted Karen sitting on one of the plastic chairs, her head in her hands, tears streaming down her face. At the sound of our footsteps, she looked up and turned towa

Alex’s POV I paused outside Kael’s apartment, my hand hovering inches from the doorframe. The door stood slightly ajar, and voices carried clearly into the hallway—sharp, strained, and thick with hurt. I shouldn’t have been listening, but I couldn’t very well knock and interrupt mid‑argument either. “No! You never get it!” Karen’s voice cracked, rising in frustration. “I’m bored, Kael! I’m so tired of this cold, empty thing we’re calling a relationship! Why can’t you ever just reach for me? Why don’t you touch me like I matter? What am I doing wrong? What am I missing?” Kael’s reply came quieter, raw with helplessness. “It’s not about what you’re missing. It’s not what you think at all. I hold back because I don’t want you to wake up one morning and regret every choice we’ve made. I love you—more than I know how to say—but this is just who I am. I can’t force myself to be exactly what you want, especially not when you’re asking for closeness just to fill a void.” The air i