All Chapters of Faking It With The Hockey Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

VERONICA's POV."I think I've figured out what Blake wants." My words hung in the room as Hardin turned to look at me. Marcus straightened next to him, arching his brows."What exactly?" Hardin asked and my eyes dropped down to the pages in my hands. For three days, I'd barely slept. Every time everyone else went quiet, I'd gone back to the books. Every time I thought I'd found something, there had been another missing page, another translation that didn't make sense, another version of the prophecy that contradicted the last.But tonight, something finally clicked.I spread the pages across the table and Hardin and Marcus inched closer. "The prophecy." I turned to him. "What about it?" Hardin frowned."I found the original translation." I said and Marcus glanced at the papers. "The whole thing about the Blood Moon and when it rises, that was only a translation. The entire Hybrid Mythology goes back to the ancient Greeks." I said. Finally, I got their attention. I couldn't belie

ELIAS's POV.My cock jerked and I stopped thinking about anything else.Damon started by slowly kissing the tip before he traced down with his tongue, licking my shaft. He teased me mercilessly before taking it into his mouth and I moaned very loudly.My head snapped backwards as he moved up and down, bobbing his head back and forth on my member while still using his hands. He knew his way around a dick for sure. And God, it felt so good. It had been so long since I felt this good. He kept on sucking me for minutes, varying pressure and withdrawing to swirl his tongue around my dick and I knew very early on that I wouldn't last long if he kept that up. After a few minutes, I warned him but instead of slowing down, he doubled his efforts. I held out for as long as I could until I started to leak precum and once he tasted it, Damon looked up at me with sultry eyes. I gazed back down at him and used a finger to wipe the corner of his mouth before I pulled him up."My turn." I shoved

ELIAS's POV.For more than a few seconds, no one said anything. He stared at me and that night five months ago came back in hot flashes. I remembered his hands on my shirt, his lips against mine. The warmth of his mouth around my cock. And the scent of his skin that drove me crazy.But I blinked away the carnal thoughts that raced through my head. Damon's eyes traveled past me to Hardin, Veronica, and then to Marcus and his expression went sour."As I live and breathe." His voice was dripping with sarcasm as I pushed a hard lump down my throat. "What are you doing here, Elias, and why did you bring your whole Pack to my house?" He asked.He was a witch I'm sure he could smell us from miles away. "We're not here to fight, Damon. We need your help." He looked back at me and almost scoffed. "For a second, I thought you were here to apologize for being an asshole five months ago."I pressed my lips together. "That too."A tiny smirk touched his lips as I exhaled slowly. "Please Damon

LEAH's POV.The silence that followed was deafening.And maybe it was just me but I caught a glimpse of remorse in Blake's eyes. I saw the tragedy, not the man who had torn through Ashwood but the broken man who had loved my mother and destroyed everything because he wanted more.It lasted a few seconds.But then I remembered Hazel's father. I remembered Kyle, and the rogues and Hardin. I remembered what he did to me and the sympathy disappeared."You spent years looking for us." I said to him."Of course, I lost your mother and I lost you. I lost everything." His eyes hardened. "But you don't get to say that when you were the reason she left!" I snapped."She left because she was trying to protect me from you Blake." I said and I watched the hard lump slip right down his throat. "You're right, Leah." He nodded slowly. "But I'm not telling you all of this so you forgive me, I'm telling you so you can finally understand me." He said and I looked up at him. "I don't think I can do ei

LEAH's POV."Hazel?"For a second, I forgot about everything else.The hunters surrounding us, the ache in my wrists from the chains, and all the fear that had followed me out of Blake's hideout. Hazel was here, she was right in front of me. My best friend."Hazel." A flash of relief washed over my face but it disappeared very quickly. Hazel stepped forward and lifted her bow.I came to a halt, seeing that the arrow was pointed straight at my chest and then I looked to the masked hunters standing behind her. "Hazel, what are you doing?" I asked. But she didn't answer. Her hands were only shaking as she tried to steady the poisoned arrow and the bow. I stared at her, waiting for some sign that this was all just a big misunderstanding.That the Hazel I know would lower the bow and run towards me like she always did. But nothing. "Hazel," I said again, quieter this time. "It's me." But she could see that. Her mask was off now so she could see that. "I know." She coldly replied an