《My Hockey Alpha Deadly Secret 》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 156 章

Ember's POVKnox looked at the window for a long moment after he said it.The wolf would know before the person did.I sat with that and watched his face and did not push the silence anywhere. There was something in how he was holding himself — the set of his shoulders, the particular quality of the stillness — that told me the memory was present in the room with us, that the priest and his father and the night when he was twelve were right there underneath the surface of everything he had just said."You do not have to talk about it more," I said.He looked at me."I pushed," I said. "I asked you to tell me and you told me and I am glad you did. But I pushed and I can see that it is — I can see that it costs something." I held his gaze. "I am sorry for making you go back to it.""You did not make me do anything," he said."I asked.""I chose to answer," he said. "That is different." He looked at his hands briefly. "You asked because you deserved to understand and you were right to as

Ember's POVHe had said danger.I stood on the path and looked at him and the word was still in the air and I knew — the wolf instinct that had been sharpening for weeks, the thing that had moved my hand before I decided to move it — I knew he was telling the truth about that part. Whatever he had found out, it had frightened him. That was real.But it was not the only thing happening in this conversation."Tell me what you found," I said."First—" He stopped. He pressed his lips together. "First I need you to hear something."I waited."I am sorry," he said. "For everything. The way I treated you when we were together, the way I behaved when I came back, the notes—" He shook his head. "All of it. I am sorry for all of it."I looked at him."Okay," I said."Okay," he repeated. Like he had expected more than that and the brevity of it had caught him."I heard you," I said. "I am not going to tell you it did not happen because it did. I am not going to tell you we are fine because we ar

Ember's POVMorning classes had a way of making things feel more manageable.Not because they solved anything — they did not — but because the structure of them, the specific demand of being present and noting things and following a sequence, gave the brain something to do that was not the thing it wanted to keep returning to. I had slept badly and woken early and spent forty minutes staring at my ceiling before Rebecca stirred and the morning began in earnest.By the time we were walking to the first lecture I had managed, through sheer discipline, to think about the chemistry project for eleven consecutive minutes.That was the longest stretch I had managed since the party.Rebecca was on my left, Claire on my right. The main corridor of the academic building, the nine o'clock rush of students moving in both directions, the ordinary noise of a school morning. We were talking about something Claire had found in the campus press that was relevant to nothing but was amusing, and I was