The Hockey Alpha and His Secret Omega
“I should know. He killed me. Or at least, he thought he did.
My chest tightened painfully. My mind screamed that it was all wrong, but doubt dug its claws into me. Could Luther really…? No. No, I would not believe it. I would not.
Before I could speak, the atmosphere shifted. The air thickened, charged with an energy that made my skin prickle. My heart stuttered as a heavy sound echoed from the door at the far end.
Then it slammed open.
Luther stormed in, his body quaking with fury. His eyes glowed unnaturally bright, his chest heaving with every breath. His face contorted, his body twisting, snapping, reshaping. The sound of cracking bones and stretching skin filled the room. In seconds, w
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