Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Puck Bunny: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 55

Chapter 51Ava“Absolutely not.”Caleb stopped.He’d already taken two steps toward the trees, apparently under the impression he could appear after eighteen years, tell me my wolf wasn’t the wolf everyone had been waiting for, say something ominous about what happened after my first shift, and then disappear again.I wasn’t having it.“You don’t get to do that.”His eyes moved to me. “Ava—”“No. I’ve had enough people giving me half a sentence and then acting like I should somehow understand the other half. Mrs. Whitmore did it. My parents did it. Now you’re doing it.”Jace squeezed my hand.I stepped closer to Caleb.“You wrote letters for eighteen years. You watched me at a hockey game. You kept a picture of me in some cabin, and now you’re standing here telling me you’re my uncle. So start talking.”For the first time, Caleb almost smiled.“You sound like your mother.”“Good. She’s terrifying when she’s mad too.”Jace made a choking sound beside me.I ignored him.Caleb looked tow

JaceAva Peters was going to kill me.Not because I was a Walker.Not because my grandfather might have been involved in suppressing her wolf before she was born.Not even because half my pack apparently thought Lyra was some kind of threat to Alpha civilization.No.Ava was going to kill me because I kept stealing the puck from her.“Asshole!”I grinned as I skated backward. “You telegraph your pass.”“I do not.”“You look at Aaron every time.”“I hate you.”“No, you don’t.”She came at me harder.That was what I wanted.Practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but Ava had refused to leave. Coach told her she might dress Saturday, and apparently she’d interpreted that as a personal challenge from the universe.I stole the puck again.She growled.Actually growled.Onyx perked up.Lyra?“No,” Ava snapped. “That one was me.”I laughed so hard she finally got the puck away.“Ha!”She took off toward the net.I recovered and chased her, expecting her to shoot.She didn’t.At the last secon

AvaI had imagined wearing a Blackwood hockey jersey approximately eight thousand times in my life.Not that I’d counted.In those fantasies, I always looked confident. My hair behaved. My skates were perfectly tied, and I definitely never considered throwing up in a locker-room trash can.Reality was disappointing.“Are you going to puke?”I looked at Corey.“No.”“You look like you’re going to puke.”“I’m considering it.”“Use Aaron’s bag.”Aaron threw a roll of tape at him.I laughed, which helped.A little.Then I looked down again.PETERSMy name.On a Blackwood jersey.Coach had found an old number twenty-seven and added my nameplate that morning. It wasn’t permanent. I wasn’t officially on the roster. Matthews’s wrist was still wrapped, and I was only dressing because this was a scrimmage and Coach wanted another body available.None of that mattered when I ran my fingers across those letters.Lyra stirred.Ours.For today.Ours.I smiled.Fine.Ours.The locker-room door opene