All Chapters of CHOOSING MY EX'S HOCKEY RIVAL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

EVELYN'S POV What am I even supposed to say right now? No matter how much I tried, I couldn't shake the memories I have of Jason when I look at Ryan, and pretending to be his fiancée for two weeks… a lot could go wrong in that short time.“So, what do you say?” He muttered in his usual cold tone, and I just kept staring at him.The image of what Dylan did to Zora flashed again in my head, and I found myself saying yes before I could even convince myself to.Ryan nodded, then sighed heavily. “Okay.” He turned around tight after that and started walking.I trailed behind him carefully, brushing off every branch that stood in my way. We kept walking towards the cave until I finally gathered enough courage to ask him the question that had been in my mind all through.“Prince Ryan,” I called.He stopped, then glanced at me. “You shouldn't call me that… I'm more comfortable with being called Ryan.”“But…” I started, but he didn't let me finish.“What do you need?”I understood immediately

EVELYN'S POVStepping outside, I was met with four piercing gazes that refused to stop staring. Oscar stood with his chin resting on his hand, while Ryan held the reins of two horses while completely looking at me. The air got weird fast, and my fingers shook as I curled my hair to the back of my ear.Well, that wasn't until Oscar finally spoke. “You look quite gracious, little Miss.”“Thank you, Oscar…” I did a sharp bow, biting my upper lip.I guess that was all it took. The next thing I knew was that Ryan came closer and handed me a horse rein. “You know how to ride, don't you?”My eyes scanned the brown horse standing before me. How am I supposed to tell him that I'd never seen a horse up close before until yesterday, when I had no choice but to ride with his half-brother?“I do,” I lied, heart slamming hard against my chest.If I was going to do this at all, then I'd better do it with style. I took the rein from him and placed my left foot on the saddle. My eyes traced back to Ry

LUKE'S POVThe training yard was already loud when I stepped onto the sand.Scott had the betas running laps with weighted cuffs, barking orders like he was trying to scare the ground into obedience. Rowan stood off to the side, arms folded, watching footwork instead of speed, correcting posture when Scott wasn’t looking.“Again,” Scott shouted. “If you can still breathe, you can still move.”One of the younger betas groaned. “You enjoy this too much.”Scott grinned. “Pain builds character.”“It builds resentment,” Rowan said mildly.Scott snorted. “Same thing.”I rolled my shoulders and stepped into the ring. “Switch out. I want rotations.”They turned toward me immediately. No argument. That was one thing Scott understood—timing. He clapped his hands and started rearranging the group while Rowan moved closer.“You’re late,” Rowan said quietly.“I wasn’t,” I replied. “You started early.”“That’s Scott’s fault.”Scott heard his name and glanced over. “Say it louder so I can enjoy it.”

***XANDER***I stood with my back to the stone wall, feeling the cold seep through my coat and into my spine. The clearing was quiet except for the low crackle of the torches and the uneven breathing of the alphas who had agreed to come. This meeting was not sanctioned. Levina did not know about it. That alone made every shadow feel sharper.They formed a loose circle around me, careful not to stand too close, as if distance could protect them from what we were doing. These were men who had led packs through blood and fire, yet now they avoided my eyes. Fear had changed them. Fear wearing the face of loyalty.“We have to put a stop to this,” I said. My voice sounded steadier than I felt. “This war isn’t about justice anymore. It’s about control.”One of them shifted, boots scraping against stone. “You’re saying this behind her back,” he muttered. “If Levina finds out, we’re dead.”“She won’t,” I said. “Not unless one of you tells her.”That earned me a few sharp looks. Silence pressed