All Chapters of Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Emily’s POVThe doctor pulled his stethoscope away and looked at me with gentle but serious eyes. “Your body is under too much strain, Emily. You are carrying a child, and right now, you are not giving either of you what you need. Too much stress, too little rest, too much fear. You must slow down. You must rest properly. Not just for yourself—but for the life growing inside you.”I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice, my hands resting lightly over my stomach as if protecting something fragile and secret. Every word he said settled heavy in my chest. I knew he was right. I felt it in every ache, every wave of dizziness, every moment my legs shook beneath me. But how could I rest? How could I slow down when Alex was still missing? When Will was still pulling every string? When every second felt like a second closer to something terrible happening?The doctor gave me one last quiet instruction, then stepped away to let Kael come forward. I watched him walk toward me, his steps slow a

Alex’s POV “Over there! What is taking you so long just to wipe a few drops off the floor? Do you think you have all day to stand around daydreaming?” The coach’s voice cracked through the air like a whip, sharp and impatient, echoing off the cold walls of the arena hallway. I stood frozen where I was, holding the damp rag in my hand, my knuckles turning white from how tightly I gripped it. I had dreamed of this place for as long as I could remember—stepping onto this ice, wearing this uniform, hearing my name called out as one of the best players in the world. But this… this was nothing like my dream. This was not glory. This was not respect. This was being treated like dirt, like a servant, like something that didn’t matter at all. I didn’t come here to clean floors. I didn’t come here to be ordered around like a dog. I didn’t come here for this team, or this coach, or any of this. Every breath I took, every step I made, every stupid thing they told me to do—I did it all for her

Emily’s POV“Marry me, Emily.”The words echoed in my ears, ringing over and over again like a bell I couldn’t silence. I stared at him, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst right out of my chest. Every instinct in my body screamed to hit him, to claw his face, to make him stop looking at me like I was something he had already won. But I knew exactly what would happen if I did. I knew exactly who he would hurt next.I shoved him away from me with all my strength and turned, running as fast as I could out of the arena, the cold air stinging my face, my boots slipping on the pavement. But Will was faster. He caught up to me in two long strides, grabbing my wrist and yanking me to a halt so hard I nearly fell.“Let go of me!” I shouted, yanking against his grip. “You are insane, Will! This is madness! You have used me from the very beginning! You twisted that contract until it was nothing but a chain around my neck! You tricked me into signing it just so you could own me!”

Alex’s POV The coach called all of us together into the big meeting room at the far end of the arena. We stood around in a loose group, shifting our weight, wondering what this was about, when the doors opened again—and Emily walked in. Right beside Will. My heart stopped. I scanned quickly, over her shoulder, looking for Julian—but he wasn’t there. Good. That meant Emily hadn’t seen him yet. Maybe it was better this way. For now. She didn’t turn her head. Not once. Not toward me. Her eyes stayed fixed straight ahead, her back straight, her hands folded tight in front of her. But I knew her. I knew every little thing about her. And I could see the way her shoulders held themselves too stiff. The way her jaw was tight. She was hurt. Every word I had thrown at her yesterday had landed exactly where I meant it to—and it had torn her apart. What else could I do? I asked myself, my chest aching so bad it was hard to breathe. What else could I do to keep them from hurting her worse? T

Emily’s POV Julian standing there in the doorway hit me like a physical blow. My heart lurched up into my throat, and I stepped forward automatically, my feet carrying me toward him before my mind had even caught up. But Alex was faster. His hand closed around my wrist, holding me gently but firmly in place, stopping me right where I was. His grip was warm and steady, a silent warning—be careful. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and shock. I pulled my wrist free and took another step toward him. “Don’t tell me… don’t tell me you’re part of this too. That you’ve been on their side all along. That every time you called me your sister, every time you looked out for me… it was all a lie.” Julian laughed—a sharp, bitter sound that echoed through the small room—and he stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He leaned back against it, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at me with eyes that were nothing like the broth