Todos los capítulos de Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

ElliotSilver Moon arrived beneath a clear afternoon sky.I knew the exact time their buses crossed Mooncrest’s eastern border because Dad’s security officers reported every stage of their journey.First checkpoint.Second checkpoint.Town entrance.Arena road.Each update made the mate bond tighten until breathing normally became difficult.I stayed inside the arena.That had been my plan from the moment Silver Moon confirmed its arrival time. Coach Harrison had given me enough work to remain hidden for several hours, and I accepted every assignment without complaint.Player registration sheets.Opening ceremony positions.Final offensive notes.Equipment checks.Anything was better than standing near the entrance when Damon arrived.I had refused his request for a private meeting.Not permanently.Only for now.The reply had been simple.Assistant Coach Blackwood is unavailable before the official opening ceremony.I did not write it myself.Elias handled the response through tourna

ElliotMy hands did not stop shaking until Coach Harrison closed the tunnel door behind us.The sounds of the rink became distant.Muted whistles.Skates cutting across ice.Players calling to one another.Damon’s voice no longer reached me, but the mate bond carried enough of him through the walls.Relief.Desperation.Pain.I pressed one hand against my chest.The other moved immediately toward my stomach.Safe.The baby was safe.That was what mattered.Not Damon’s face when he saw me.Not the way his voice broke when he said my name.Not the terrible relief that had rushed through me when our eyes finally met.I had wanted to hate him.I had imagined seeing him and feeling nothing except anger.Instead, the bond had opened like an old wound.Every memory returned.The Alpha house.The narrow hallways where I learned to walk quietly.The arena seats where I watched Damon play without being invited.The night my heat began.The brief moment he held me like I was precious.Then the r

Damon“Elliot.”His name left me before I could stop it.The arena corridor fell silent.Players, coaches, officials, and security officers turned toward us. Cameras remained positioned near the ceremony entrance, though most had stopped recording after the rehearsal ended.I did not care who was watching.Elliot stood several feet away with his strategy notebook pressed against his body. His Mooncrest coaching badge rested against his chest, and the Blackwood crest was stitched clearly across his jacket.He looked directly at me.But he did not move closer.That hurt more than I expected.For years, Elliot had always reacted when I called his name. Even when I spoke coldly. Even when I dismissed him. Some part of him had always turned toward me.Now he stood still, guarded and distant, as though every step between us belonged to him.“Please don’t walk away again,” I said.His expression changed.Not softness.Pain sharpened into anger.“I walked away because you told me there was no

ElliotThe arena had never felt so alive.Mooncrest supporters filled every seat near the home bench, dressed in dark blue and silver. Pack banners hung from the upper levels, and the scents of twelve territories mixed beneath the bright lights. Cameras moved along the rink while tournament officials checked their positions for the final time.The Inter-Pack Cup had officially begun.I stood behind Mooncrest’s bench wearing my coaching badge and loose jacket. My strategy notebook rested in my hands, open to the system we had prepared for Iron Ridge.Our first opponent.They were strong, fast, and aggressive. Their players enjoyed physical pressure because they believed most teams became frightened once the hits started.Mooncrest would not give them that satisfaction.Coach Harrison stood beside me, studying the players as they completed their warm-up.“Nervous?” he asked.“Yes.”“Good.”I looked at him.“That does not sound helpful.”“It means you understand the importance of the mom

EliasI knew Damon was watching before Elliot did.His scent lingered near the upper corridor outside the medical wing, sharp with suspicion and barely controlled jealousy. Mason stood with him, trying to keep him from moving closer.I did not tell Elliot.Not yet.He already looked exhausted.The opening match had gone well, but victory had not erased the strain of Damon’s presence. Elliot had smiled for his players, given instructions, and held himself together beneath thousands of eyes.Now, inside the quiet medical corridor, the strength began to leave his face.“You should have rested after the match,” I said.“I did.”“You reviewed White Peak’s defense for an hour.”“That was sitting.”“That was working.”He gave me a tired look.“You sound like Miriam.”“She is usually right.”“That is why she is difficult.”A small smile appeared.It disappeared when we reached the examination room.Miriam waited inside with a tray of medical supplies and Elliot’s file open across her desk.“Y