Todos os capítulos de Hellbound To The Wrong Hockey Alpha : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

GWENDOLY POV The wedding happened.We sat through every second of it. Eve in white. The vows. The kiss. Bryn was beside me the entire time, jaw locked so tight I thought his teeth might crack. He didn’t try to stop it. Didn’t stand up. Didn’t say a word.When it was over, he just walked out.The ride back to the penthouse was silent. He went straight to his room and shut the door. I stood in the living room feeling useless and angry and weirdly hollow.Then the front door opened.Velvet Walker walked in like she owned the place.She looked at me once. “I take it the wedding went through.”“Yeah.”“And my son?”“In his room.”She nodded, then stepped closer. Her voice dropped. “Our deal still stands, Gwen. He needs someone who actually sees him. Not another temporary distraction. Don’t waste the opening.”I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. She already knew I’d heard her.After she left, I sat there for a long time.Bryn was hurting. And hurting people made stupid decisions. If I was

FROST POVThe bathroom door closed behind me and the room was already empty.Gwen was gone.I stood still for a second, scanning the space — the couch, the table, the half-finished drink. Nothing. Just the lingering trace of her scent mixed with sex and the heavy bass still vibrating through the walls.I pulled my shirt on and stepped into the hallway.One of my men was nearby. I didn’t waste time.“Find Gwendolyn Thompson. She was just with me. Start at the bar.”He nodded and moved.I went to the small office I kept at the club and tried to focus on the original reason I’d come here tonight. Business still needed handling. I forced myself through it, but every few minutes my attention drifted back to the fact that she had walked out without a word.By the time I finished, it was late. My guy reported back: no sign of her on the main floor, VIP, or at the exits. Bryn’s phone went straight to voicemail both times I called.It was already 9:00 AM, when I drove to the penthouse.The pla

FROST POVBusiness was supposed to take three hours.A deal. A signature. Then back on the jet to Los Angeles.Instead I was still in Kansas City, standing in a warehouse that smelled like metal and trouble. The man who’d tried to cheat me and then ambush my people was no longer a problem. Miko was already handling the rest.My phone buzzed.“What?”“Boss, we have a bigger problem,” Miko said. “Kenno’s on the line.”I took the call.“Alpha,” Kenno’s voice came through, tight. “We’ve had incidents at Pinewood Hospital.”I still went. “What kind?”“Wolves losing control. Humans were injured. We think something’s been introduced into the system — something that hits our kind specifically. Disorientation first. Then the aggression takes over.”My grip on the phone tightened.Pinewood wasn’t just another hospital. It was family. Pack. A quiet place where our people could get treatment without questions. If this spread, if the wrong people started looking too closely, it wouldn’t stop at o

FROST POV I stared at the message on my phone for several seconds, then locked the screen.The hospital problem could wait another hour.I had something more important to handle first.I pulled up Bryn’s number and called.He answered on the fourth ring, voice rough like he’d been sleeping or drinking. Probably both. “What do you want?”Straight to it. Good. I leaned back in the chair, staring out at the city lights from the hotel window. “I have a proposition.”There was a pause. “If this is about Gwen, I'm not interested.”A slow smile pulled at my mouth.“So you do know what I'm calling about.”“Stay away from her, Frost.”“You're still giving me orders?”“Yes.”“Interesting.” I leaned further in my chair. “Because I can give you something you want.”“What?”“Your spot on the team.”Silence. I knew I'd gotten his attention.Then a short, humorless laugh. “Bullshit. You can't do that.”“I can.”“Have you forgotten Coach Zach benched me?”“I know.”“And you think you can just call

GWENDOLY POVHow long could a heart keep loving someone who had already proven he didn’t deserve it?Three days since Bryn’s secret blew everything apart, and I still couldn’t look at him without the humiliation rising all over again. During team physicals I kept my eyes on the clipboard, moving through the players as fast as I could.“Next. Blood pressure. Open your mouth.” Then, "Next"Anything to avoid him. Every time our eyes met, an apology was written all over his face. I looked away. I wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. Maybe I never would be.That afternoon I was reviewing injury reports when the door opened without a knock.Frost Walker walked in like the room already belonged to him.Dressed in a dark suit, dark shirt and hair tied back. With the kind of presence that made the air feel heavier. He didn’t ask if he was interrupting. He simply closed the door behind him and looked at me.My pulse immediately picked up.“What are you doing here?”His eyes moved over me slowly be