All Chapters of Craving My Pucking Rival : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hey, my beautiful readers! Thank you for joining Hunter and Tristan's journey, up until this point. I hope you're having as much fun reading as I'm having writing them. It might be a little slow-burn, but I promise the pay off their relationship will be explosive. okay, let me get to my main point haha. I'm a college student and this is time of the year I have to write exams. I won't be able to squeeze in updates for now. But as soon as I'm back In October, I'll get right to it!

TristanI had zero intention of setting foot at Emma's party tonight.After I dropped the package off in the alley, all I wanted was a quiet evening with my mom. It'd been a while since we'd sat together and had a conversation, even if it was mostly one-sided, but at least I knew she listened. She always listened to me.But Evie cornered me as soon as I stepped out of my truck."Lucian won't let me go to the party, Tris." She said, tears brimming in her eyes. "You have to convince him."I scoffed, trying to push past her, but she literally backed me up against the truck.Her small frame did jack to actually stop me, but I stood still so I didn't hurt her. "What the fuck, E?" I hissed, glaring at her. "You know he's not gonna listen to me either. Fucking suck it up. I don't have time for this shit."Hurt flashed through her eyes and she gritted. "You get to go wherever the fuck you want, Tris, and I can't go to this one party?""Will you like to fucking trade places with me then? Maybe

TristanWhen I decided to bring Evie to this party, I was running high on adrenaline.I wanted to throw a fuck you to Lucian Reeves so he knew never to lay a hand on my sister ever again.But now that I was here, regret pulsed under my skin like a living thing. I have never been the type of jock who enjoyed parties. Boring and weird, I know, but the music was always too loud, and the smell...the fucking smell. I hated it. It reminded me of Lucian--drunk, angry Lucian.My brain hurt, and I wanted nothing more than to leave, but anytime I glanced toward Evie, I realized I couldn't.Despite having to cover up a fist-shaped bruise on her cheek less than an hour ago, she seemed to be having a blast here. She'd taken pictures with literally all the puck bunnies and cheerleaders, uploading them on her Instagram to her ten followers.Apparently, that was why she wanted to attend this party in the first place--socialize with all the cool people so she could be prom queen next year. I though

Tristan At the sound of her voice, I shoved the lighter deep into my pocket before masking my expression.Then I twisted the lock.When the door swung open, Evie immediately gripped my arm, eyes wet with unshed tears. The haze instantly cleared from my brain and I ran my hand through her hair, checking her for any injuries. "What happened? Did someone touch you?""No no, it's Hunter," she gasped out, clutching at my arm even tighter. "Tristan, they're going to kill him. You have to stop them. Please."What?The last I saw him, he was having the time of his life. If he was in trouble, it was definitely that big mouth of his.Rolling my eyes, I brushed her hand off. "I don't give a fuck about that dude. Come on... I was coming to get you anyway. We’re leaving.""Tristan, no!" She cried, her voice rising above the music in a frantic pitch that made my skin crawl. "Jason and the others have him cornered upstairs and they're saying he tried to hurt Emma. They're going to put him in the

! Tristan's POV Carter let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Your old man will tear your skin off with pliers if he catches a stranger in the house, Reeves." He was right, but since he wasn't coming up with better ideas, we were going with mine. "Evie goes through the front door," I said instead, meeting her eyes in the cracked rearview mirror. "Make some noise in the kitchen to draw Lucian and then tell him you dropped a glass or your phone slipped. Just keep his eyes on you, alright?" Evie swallowed hard, and I knew the memory of what he did to her earlier was flashing through her mind, but she nodded. "I can do that." I gave her a grateful nod and then glanced at Carter. "You and I will take Beaumont to my room." Carter cursed but gave me an agreeing nod. I killed the truck’s light two blocks away, coasting to the curb in silence. When I parked, Evie slipped out first, heading toward the porch. A minute later, the muffled clatter of a cupboard slamming shut drifted fro