Alle Kapitel von The Hockey Alpha’s Defective Mate : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

GENEVIEVE’S POV"Do you miss me, my little slut?" Adrian murmured low against the curve of my shell-like ear, his scorching breath coating the sensitive skin of my neck as his heavy, Calloused hands clamped down violently onto the ridges of my hips.The sudden, bruising pressure of his fingers bit deep into my skin, sending a jolt of electrical heat shooting straight down the base of my spine and making my toes curl into the fitted sheets beneath me."Fuck daddy, yes I did," I whimpered out in a breathless, trembling gasp, my lower back arching sharply as I pushed my hips high up into the dim air. My knees dug deeper into the plush softness of the mattress, my frame swaying rhythmically while I buried my flushed face flat against the cool silk pillowcase, taking in the full, unyielding weight of his muscular frame crushing down against mine. My heart hammered violently against my ribs, pounding like a war drum in my ears until my pulse scrambled out of control."You still get wet for

“You don’t own me, Mason. You can’t control me,” Kieran spat, his broad shoulders slamming back against the cold, corrugated metal locker panel behind him. His throat hitched, his chest heaving under his thin shirt as he rolled his dark eyes up toward the ceiling, his jaw twitching with a nervous, defensive pulse.“Sorry, come again?” I murmured, stepping into his space until the heat radiating off my chest brushed against his. My hand shot out, locking onto the back of his neck, my fingers digging through his hair to force his gaze straight into mine.“I said, you don't own…”Before the rest of the sentence could clear his throat, I shut him up completely. I slammed my heavy palm flat across his mouth, smothering his voice. His head cracked back against the steel locker door with a sharp thud. His breath exploded against my palm, hot, wet, and ragged. His lips straining frantically against my skin as he tried to articulate around my hands.“I own you. I own every single inch of you.

KIERAN’S POV"Heads up, Captain!" Adrian shouted as he snapped a crisp pass across the blue line.I drifted smoothly into position, the cold air freezing at my exposed neck as I caught the black rubber on the heel of my blade. Shifting my weight, I carved deep grooves into the ice, speed building with every stride. I accelerated past two teammates playing defense, fake-shouldered to the left, cut hard right, and snapped a heavy wrist shot straight into the top corner. The water bottle atop the goal rattled violently against the net mesh as the rubber struck home."Yes!" A chorus of cheers echoed through the icy stadium as the puck settled into the twine.I coasted back toward Adrian, extending my padded glove to slap his in a brief, heavy high-five."Good one, Kieran! Good one, guys!" Coach called out from the bench, his thick winter gloves clapping together in steady rhythm. "That right there is the exact intensity we need for the upcoming festival. I need this same killer energy on

MASON’S POVThe heavy oak bedroom door clicked shut behind Ellie, leaving me standing alone in the center of the quiet room. I let out a long, shuddering breath, my chest rising and falling as the lingering tension from our conversation settled deep into my muscles. I reached up with my right hand, my fingertips pressing hard against the warm, raised skin of the mate mark on my neck. The skin throbbed under my touch, a dull, persistent heat radiating outward and making the hairs on my arms stand on end.I dropped my hand back to my side and walked slowly toward the large mahogany desk near the window. My bare feet dragged slightly against the wooden floorboards. I pulled out the heavy leather-backed chair, the legs scraping softly against the rug, and sank down into the seat with a heavy groan. My shoulders slumped forward, my elbows resting heavily on my knees as I stared down at the polished desktop.Genevieve.Just hearing her name in my head made my back molars grind together unti

I kicked off my skates and dragged my heavy feet across the cold, scarred surface of the ice rink, the chilling air filling my lungs with every ragged breath. My head hurt badly, a dull and heavy pain pounding against the inside of my skull, while a strange, hot sweat ran down the back of my neck and soaked straight into the collar of my jersey. My leg muscles felt completely weak, trembling under the weight of my heavy hockey gear as I stood near the empty goal net. I leaned my upper body heavily over the shaft of my stick, resting my forehead against my gloves while I gasped for air, trying to steady my breathing.Thinking about what was happening to my body made me feel completely sick and terrified. One second I was winding up to shoot the puck across the slot, and the next second, the bright roof lights turned into messy, blinding white streaks. My knees gave out without any warning, my balance completely vanished into thin air, and I crashed hard onto the cold ice, falling flat