บททั้งหมดของ A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

CallaI’m still half-covered in the sheet, my body aching in ways that tell me exactly what I’ve been doing for the past hour. I run my finger on the part of my neck that's been tingling and each time, it sends waves of sensation through me. Ronan’s fresh out of the bathroom, damp hair sticking to his forehead, towel hanging low on his hips and damn, he sure looks like a Greek God, my eyes follow the V line that travels down and the rest of it hidden behind the towel regrettably. I’m still replaying the thunders of pleasures he shot through me minutes ago, when the door swings open and Casen walks in after a short knock on the door.“Seriously?” I mutter, tugging the sheet tighter around me like that’ll make me invisible.Casen doesn’t even look at me. He’s holding out clothes—dark jeans, black shirt.His voice is sharper. “Alpha.” I blink. “Wait. What?” Right, I've been hearing them refer to him as Alpha, all the werewolf romance novels I have read played in my head. But I brush it

CallaRight, ever since I came back to my senses and replayed Ronan literally turn into a fre.. a freaking wolf, I've been shaking like a fucking leaf. But maybe I hallucinated that shit.I sit there with my arms crossed so tightly against my chest I can feel my nails digging into my skin. The room is too quiet, too heavy, and the three of them, Blaire, Ronan, Casen are all looking at me like I’m some kid they have to break bad news to. My stomach is already twisted, and I don’t even know what’s coming yet, but the way they’re watching me makes me want to bolt.Blaire clears her throat first, which is already suspicious because she never clears her throat. She’s always the one talking without hesitation, the one who never stutters. Her hands fidget with the edge of her hoodie, and she glances at Ronan like she wants him to go first.“No,” I cut in, shaking my head. “Don’t even start passing the responsibility around like it’s hot potato. Someone just say it. Now.”Casen leans back in

RonanI can hear her breathing. Slow, uneven, but steady enough to remind me she’s here. The room is too quiet, except for that sound and the occasional tick from the clock. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, trying to steady myself. My wolf is restless inside me, pacing, growling, clawing at my chest because he hates the distance between us.She’s lying on her side, her back turned, her hair spilling across the pillow like a barrier I can’t cross. I want to reach for her, but I hold back. My hands are useless now, heavy things that don’t know what to do with themselves.I curse under my breath. “Fuck. I should’ve told her.”The words are quiet, more to myself than anyone else, but they feel loud in this silence. My chest feels tight, squeezed by guilt I can’t shake. I should have told her everything from the start. I should have marked her. If I had done that, she would’ve known me, all of me, and there wouldn’t be this gap of betrayal between us.My wolf snarls

RonanThe more we accept the bond, the stronger Darko feels inside me. It’s not just in my head, it’s in my body, in every single part of me. He’s restless, alive, pushing against me with energy I haven’t felt in a long time. Every time Calla looks at me, or even when she brushes her hand across mine without thinking, I feel him rumbling with approval. The matebond doesn’t just make me stronger—it makes me sharper. The world feels different, like I can hear things clearer, smell things sharper, even sense the air shift before it happens.I’m still not used to how much her presence affects me, and I don’t think I ever will be. She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me half the time. She’ll just walk past me, hair falling across her shoulder, and Darko nearly claws his way to the surface. It’s dangerous sometimes, but it’s also the one thing keeping me from losing my mind.Tonight, I can’t sit still. She’s been quiet most of the evening, but not in a way that means she’s upset. Mo

CallaIt's been days since Ronan actually got back early from those tiring pack meetings. I have gotten used to seeing pups running around and just know they also have a wolf form that manifests at 18, I've been stuck in the pack library learning about their existence and the pack. So Ronan's Alpha blood has a curse that only their mate can protect their wolf. Thinking about it now, it still doesn't make any sense. I’m walking back from the library, arms full of books like the world’s saddest mule, when I hear that voice.“Look who we have here. Little Miss Human.”I don’t even have to turn around to know it’s Sasha. The universe clearly has a sense of humor, and unfortunately, I’m always the punchline.I keep walking, clutching my books tighter against my chest, muttering under my breath, “Please don’t engage, Calla. Just get to your room. Pretend you didn’t hear. Pretend you’re deaf. Pretend you’re invisible.”But nope. My luck never works that way.Sasha steps right into my path,