All Chapters of Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

IANThe loud anxious murmurs greeted my ears before I even reached the tree line.A small crowd had formed at the edge of the woods near the old well. Academy staff. Students from all four packs. A few of the instructors standing in a loose perimeter, faces grim. And in the center of it all, laid out on the grass with a medical sheet already draped over her—A body.Elder Cross was standing over the body with Elder Hart beside him. “Who is it?” I asked.Cross pulled the sheet back just enough.An omega from my pack. She was grey. Eyes closed. Mouth slightly open. The same purple tinge to her lips that I’d seen on Elara—the telltale stain of wolf willow poisoning.“Guards found her ten minutes ago,” Hart said, “She was down in that pit for an hour at least.”What the fuck was going on?First I’d pulled Elara out of that dark hole, and now a dead omega on the grass? Two incidents at the exact same abandoned well in less than twelve hours?“We found this on her desk,” Cross said, handin

ELARAHera pressed a cool hand against my forehead, checking my temperature while Ian hovered over her shoulder like a guard dog.“She seems completely fine,” Hera announced, flashing a small light into my eyes. “Vital signs are stable.”“What about the sensitivity? I keep feeling everything too sharp—and my hearing is way too loud?” I asked, wincing at the scratchy hospital sheet.“It’s likely just an extreme reaction to the blood transfusion,” Hera replied thoughtfully. “You have an Alpha’s blood running through your veins now. You’re probably just feeling a little overwhelmed.”An Alpha’s blood?I stared at Ian as the reality sank in. He hadn’t just dragged my bruised body out of that pitch-black well—he had literally pumped his own living blood into me so I wouldn’t die.Why did he care this much?I looked at him only to catch him staring intensely at Dr Hera. She gave him a silent, knowing nod. I darted my gaze between them. Were they mind-linking right in front of me?As soon as

ELARA**I shook my head against his palm. A total lie—and we both knew it, especially with the heat pouring off my skin and a mix of our scents practically choking the room.His thumb stroked across my cheek, almost tenderly. “No? Let’s check.”His palm slid from my mouth, trailing a line of fire down my throat, over my chest, and straight under my shorts. His fingers pressed right between my legs.My whole back arched off the bed.“Fuck,” he breathed. His fingers were soaked instantly, sliding through the slickness and parting my swollen folds. “You’re drenched. Absolutely dripping.” He flicked my clit once—just once—and my hips bucked so hard I almost threw him off. “All this just from watching me?”I whimpered, biting my lips because his other hand had wrapped around my waist to hold me down.Then his lips crashed onto mine.It wasn't gentle. He kissed me with a brutal ferocity, shoving his tongue past my teeth while his fingers between my legs stroked every sensitive spot until

ELARAA hard look crossed his face. The dominant Alpha energy rolled off him in waves so thick it made the air feel thin. For a second, I thought he was going to argue. I thought he was going to force it just to prove he could.Instead, he let out a harsh breath through his teeth.“Fine,” he growled, his voice thick with restraint. “Not yet. But you’re still mine, Lockwood. Don't ever forget it.”Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, his hand slid right back between my legs, his thumb sweeping hard over my clit. I gasped, my hips bucking.“You’re so damn sensitive,” “I can’t help it,” I whispered, totally mortified, by how feverish I was becoming with want. “My body is betraying me, okay? I have zero control—”“Good,” he growled, his eyes darkening into pitch. “Don’t have control. Let me have it.”His mouth snapped down over my nipple.Whatever argument I had left died instantly in my throat. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the peak while his fingers pressed deep into m

ELARAThe jarring sound of the breakfast bell echoed through the hallway.Right on cue, my stomach let out an embarrassing rumble. Well, not my fault. I was fucking starving.My feet touched the floor. And immediately my knees buckled out from under me like wet noodles.What the—A strong arm caught me just in time from hitting the floor. I stared up at Ian. Dang. This was embarrassing.“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with that smug edge to his voice.He cast a brief look at my trembling legs and chuckled. “You can barely stand, Lockwood. I did a pretty thorough job on you, didn’t I?”I shoved his chest, my face burning like fire. “Shut up! I’m starving, and I’m going to the hall.”“No, you’re not,” he said, hands on my shoulders.My butt hit the bed.I stared up at him. What the hell did he mean no? He may not know it, but a human’s stamina was wildly different from a wolf’s. I was dying over here. My legs felt like they’d been borrowed from a newborn giraffe and hadn’t b