All Chapters of Rejected By The Hockey Captain, Claimed By His Coach : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dante DominicTo say I was shocked when I saw my father in my office the next morning would be a lie. I was expecting him and bracing for whatever hell he thought he could unleash on me.."I'm working." I told him in a clipped tone. "Is there anything you want?"He stopped at the door before scoffing and closing the door behind him. "You mean the work I gave you?" He tried his weak comeback as usual."In that case, I may as well turn in my resignation letter by the end of the week and be on my merry way back into scouting players for a new hockey team.""You wouldn't dare! You will go broke in a month. You wouldn't even be able to take care of your wife and her children that are partly yours.""Oh?" I raised my head, my mouth curving into a small smirk. "As far as you've just acknowledged that Lori is my wife, I'm all ears to listen to anything you want to say." I said pleasantly and leaned back into my chair.His expression soured instantly. "Not for long, Dante." He gave a tight smi

Lori StewardI was in the garden, enjoying the cool breeze while rocking my babies when I heard footsteps behind me. At first, I thought it was Mila bring out breakfast, but these footsteps were heavier and hurried, and not like Dante's own at all. Besides, Dante was at work, and he always texted before coming home. Same as Silas, who had, unfortunately, become part of our lives. I swivelled my head around to find the bulking figure of Alexander Dominic filling the space and making his way towards me with a frown on his face."Mr. Alexander." I said politely, knowing fully well that we didn't have any relationship for me to call him father since he didn't even approve of my relationship with Dante. "Welcome. Is there something I can help you with?""Something you can help me with?" He raised a brow with an arrogant look on his face. "The reverse is the case, Lori Steward." He said coolly. "You can't help me with anything in your state." He sat down, barely sparing a glance at his gran

Lori StewardI heard a frown coming from Dante's room, which made me rush in fear. I heard what he did yesterday when Renée pushed him took hard, and now he was suffering the consequences of it."Dante! Are you okay?" I rushed to him when I found him kneeling and clutching his chest in pain. His face was pale, and his shirt was still covered with sweat even after he had showered three times. It was more than twelve hours now, and I was glad that he had gotten past the worst phase of it."Lori..." He held my hand gently even with the pain he was going through. "I need you to hear me say this..." He was breathing really hard, still trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. "You know why I'm doing this, but I still want to let you know... That whatever happens today... Whatever vows I will be forced to say or papers I'm forced to sign... Just always know that I belong to you. That I chose you as my mate. Not Renée. Not anyone else... Just you...""Dante, you should be resting. The

Lori StewardThis huge living room had never felt so small when everyone say down, well, except the woman named "Queen" who was my supposedly sister. The one who actually belonged in Glendale pack.I sat on the velvet sofa, one of the twins cradled against my chest while Luca dozed off in a bassinet nearby.. Dante, on the other hand, stayed beside me and his expression was filled with guilt, as if he already knew what was going on."Lori." Helena Steward, my mother, leaned forward, her elegant hands clasped together. "I know this is overwhelming. But you have to understand... we never wanted to hide the truth from you at all. We were trying to protect you.""Protect me." My voice came out flatly. "You let me grow up an orphan. You let me believe my parents were dead. You let me be bullied, tormented, rejected by my pack. And you say you were protecting me?"Helena flinched. "We didn't know where you were. Not until recently when we discovered the baby swap. It was when my father, you

Silas CraneI didn't know how much time had flown, locked in this dark cell. The walls were damp from the rain that dripped from the broken ceiling, and the air smelled rusty with a tinge of old blood mixed somewhere. I was almost certain that the last prisoner that was put in here, bled a lot. Maybe from being bullied or they had a medical situation...I tried pounding against the door again for them to open it. If only I was in my pack, things would have been better. But I had journeyed to the neighbouring pack where Janie was rumoured to be staying, and when I went there, something felt wrong. It was like I was looking at Janie, and at the same time, I wasn't. I wanted to believe that her reaction was as a result of the exile, but I didn't expect her to carry an old heavy trophy and bash her head with it. It was one of my trophys, I recognised. And when. I tried to stop her, it was already too late. She was bleeding hard and her scream had brought the neighbours in...They had to g