All Chapters of Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Emily’s POVKara sat down beside me on the sofa, her voice soft and steady, trying to cut through the fog of worry that had wrapped around my head ever since Alex had rushed out the door.“Em… you need to breathe. Calm down,” she said gently. “You don’t have to carry all this like it’s your burden alone. Alex and his stepfather—they have all the resources, all the best doctors, everything they could possibly need. They can do everything humanly possible for his mother. She’s in the best hands they can find.”I stared blankly at the canvas propped up in front of me, my hands smudged with streaks of blue and crimson paint that I hadn’t even noticed I’d dragged across my skin. Hours had passed since Alex had left, and every minute felt heavier than the last. My mind kept replaying that moment over and over—the look on his face, pale and terrified, reaching for me like I was the only solid thing in his whole world.“I know you’re right,” I whispered, picking up a brush and setting it dow

Emily’s POVI woke up much later than I usually did, sunlight already spilling thick and golden across my bed. I’d barely slept at all—dozing in short, restless bursts, waking up every hour to check my phone, my chest tight with a quiet, constant worry that wouldn’t lift. Every time the screen stayed dark, a little more of my hope faded. I dragged myself out of bed, splashed cold water on my face, threw on the first clean clothes I found, and grabbed a half‑eaten loaf of bread from the kitchen counter, barely managing to tear off a piece before heading for the door.Right outside my apartment door sat a large, neatly wrapped parcel, bound with dark ribbon and addressed clearly to me. There was no return name, no note—only the building’s courier sticker. I stared at it for a heartbeat, my stomach twisting sharply. I knew exactly who it was from. But I was already late, and I didn’t have the strength to deal with whatever Will had sent me right now. I told myself I’d handle it l

Alex’s POV “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The words had barely left my mouth when my stepfather lunged forward, snatching the phone right out of my hand. He didn’t just take it—he wrenched it away hard, his fingers digging into my wrist, then slammed it down onto the floorboards with a sickening crack that made me flinch. The screen spiderwebbed instantly, going dark and dead. “So you’re still wasting your time with that lil bitch?” he spat, glaring down at me with eyes cold and sharp as shards of glass. “That nobody from nowhere? Even now?” “Watch your mouth,” I snapped, stepping forward instinctively, my hands curling into tight fists at my sides. “Don’t you dare speak about her like that. You don’t know anything about her.” “Or what?” He laughed, sharp and cruel, stepping right into my space until we were inches apart, his scent of expensive cologne and stale smoke filling my nose. “What exactly are you going to do, Alex? You have nothing now. Your mother is go

Emily’s POVI turned away from Alex’s gate, my legs feeling heavy and unsteady, every step echoing with the fear that had settled deep in my chest. I couldn’t linger there, not when Julian had vanished inside with a stranger, not when Alex was nowhere to be found and unreachable. The only person I could turn to now was Kara—someone who knew the whole story, someone who would stand with me no matter what came next. I hailed a taxi, gave her dormitory address, and sat clutching my backpack all the way there, my mind racing in circles, replaying every word, every look, every moment that had led me here.When Kara opened her door and saw me—travel‑weary, pale, and fighting back tears—she pulled me inside immediately, shutting the door and locking it behind me as if she could keep the rest of the world out. But the moment I told her everything—about Alex’s broken voice on the phone, about his mother’s passing, about his stepfather’s cruelty, and then seeing Julian walk straight into Al

Emily’s POV Every turn the taxi took felt like it was winding tighter around my chest, making it harder to breathe. I kept my phone clutched in both hands, pressing redial again and again, until my thumb felt sore and my throat felt tight with unshed tears. Every time the same automated message played—the number you are calling is unavailable—a little more hope slipped away. I stared out the window at streets I’d known my whole life, but everything looked different now, darker, as if shadows were closing in around every corner. Why hadn’t Alex tried to reach me? Where had he gone? And why did Julian show up at his house the exact moment he vanished? When the taxi pulled up outside the apartment building near campus, I paid the fare and stepped out slowly, looking up at the plain brick structure. It was quiet, tucked away between two taller buildings, the kind of place where you could disappear without anyone noticing. I walked through the open metal gate, scanned the names an