All Chapters of My Hockey Alpha Deadly Secret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Knox's POVCoach Harlan sat behind his desk for a long time.He was not the kind of man who rushed decisions. I had known that about him since my first year — he was methodical, he weighed things, he believed that a decision made fast was usually a decision made wrong. I had respected that about him for three years. Right now, sitting in that chair waiting for him to finish thinking, it was harder to respect.Ethan sat beside me saying nothing.That was unusual. Ethan's default in a room full of authority was to talk — to manage, to reframe, to work the situation. The silence from his direction told me that even he understood this was not a moment where talking was going to help him.Coach finally looked up.He looked at Ethan first."I am going to look into what Knox has described," he said. "The incidents he referenced. The documentation with school management. The reports." He said it flatly, without emotion, the way he communicated decisions that were not up for discussion. "While

Knox's POVThe moon was coming and my body knew it before my mind had fully accepted the night.I had felt it all day. Underneath the training, underneath the fight with Ethan, underneath the office and the coach and the walk back to the dormitory — a low, persistent pressure building at the base of my skull like something leaning against a door from the other side. Patient. Certain. Not asking permission.Full moon.I waited until the dormitory floor went quiet. Just after eleven. I changed into dark clothes, picked up the small bag I kept ready for these nights, and went out through the side exit that had no camera.The abandoned house was six minutes from the campus boundary. I had found it in my first year — empty for years, boarded windows, solid walls, a ground floor room with a door that latched from inside. I had reinforced the latches myself. Added a second one. Tested them. This was the place. It had always been the place.I moved across the dark campus with the practiced qu

Ember's POVThe moon moved.I could not see it from inside Rebecca's room — the curtains were drawn and the window faced the wrong direction — but I felt it. I did not know how to explain that. I had not been able to explain most of what my body had been doing for the past several weeks and this was just the newest version of it. The moon moved higher in the sky and something inside me moved with it, tethered to it in a way I had no language for.The pain got worse.Not gradually. In steps. Each wave a little larger than the last, each one taking longer to pass, each one leaving behind a residue of something that did not fully clear before the next one arrived. By midnight I had stopped trying to find a comfortable position on the floor because no position was comfortable. I was on my side with my knees drawn up and my jaw locked against the sounds I did not want to make and Rebecca's hand around mine."Breathe," Rebecca said."I am breathing.""Breathe slower.""Rebecca—"A wave hit

Ethan's POVHe stayed crouched for a long time.The hair was on the concrete in front of him and he was looking at it and his brain was doing the thing it did when it encountered something that did not fit — running it through every available category and finding no match and running it again.He was not a person who confused easily.He was not a person who stood in empty rooms in the pre-dawn dark staring at a floor and coming up blank. He solved things. He identified things. He looked at a situation and he read it and he knew what it was and he acted accordingly.This he could not read.He reached out and picked up a few strands.He held them in his palm close to the gap in the boarded window where the thin gray light came through. He turned his hand slowly. The hair caught the light differently from different angles — coarser than anything human, with a texture that was closer to fur than hair, longer than it should have been for an animal that would fit in a room this size, the co

Knox's POVI made it back to my room just as the sky was beginning to lighten at the edges.Every step from the fence to the dormitory had required a specific kind of intention — the intention of a person who knew where they were going and was going to get there regardless of what their body was saying about it. My body was saying quite a lot. The post-shift exhaustion was sitting on me like something physical, a weight distributed evenly across every part of me, and the additional tax of the fight with Ethan had layered on top of that in a way that made the total heavier than usual.I got to my room.I took off my shoes.I lay down on the bed fully clothed because undressing was a step further than I had available and it did not matter anyway.The ceiling was the last thing I saw.---Sleep came fast and deep the way it always came after a shift — the body demanding what it needed and not accepting alternatives. I was under within seconds of closing my eyes and the dark that followed