All Chapters of Alpha Hockey Star's Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

POV: ACEThe fake-haired bastard was still kissing her cheek when the last thread of my goddamn sanity snapped right in half.I didn't think. I didn't care about the scouts, the board members watching from the glass boxes, or the fact that my father’s lethal warning was still echoing in the back of my skull. I skidded across the ice, my blades throwing a sheet of white crystals against the base of the stands as I tore the gate open and hurled myself up the wooden stairs.I grabbed Bluey by the collar of his pristine jersey, ripping his large frame completely away from Vine, and landed a brutal, bone-crushing punch right across his jaw.The crowded arena let out a collective, deafening "Ooooohh!" as the force of the blow sent him crashing down against the wooden benches.I didn't stop. The red mist took over completely. I lunged after him, my knees pinning his chest into the wood as I kept punching, raining down blow after blow into his face. My knuckles split against his skin, the h

POV: VINEThe notification burned into my retinas. Laila’s death reopened. My sister, who had been dead and buried for years, was now the center of a new police inquiry because people in Stone Hill Valley were dropping like flies with the exact same symptoms.I didn't think. I just acted.My fingers were trembling so violently I almost dropped the phone, but I managed to navigate to the old contact entry I had saved years ago, back when I still believed in family loyalty. Officer Miller. The detective who had been assigned to the case before he was suddenly removed and reassigned to a desk job in the city.I hit call. It rang three times before he picked up."Officer Miller?" I asked, my voice barely holding together."Who's this?" He sounded tired, older than I remembered."It's Vine. Laila’s sister."There was a long, uncomfortable silence on the other end. "Look, kid. I can’t talk to you. I really can't.""Miller, the news is reporting that cases are spiking again. Similar causes o

POV: ACE"I don't know, Jaxon," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. I stared at him, the weight of the last twenty-four hours pressing down on my shoulders like a physical mountain. "I don't have the fucking answers. When I did have the answers, when I knew exactly what to do to protect the people around me, you didn't take my advice. You chose this path, and now the consequences are written in your own blood."Jaxon was vibrating with fear, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the squat rack. "But it's Clyde. How am I supposed to just... walk away from her? How am I supposed to tell her that I’m actually bound to her sister by a triple bond that’s slowly killing us both? She’s going to think I’m a monster.""Right now, there is only one path that keeps you both breathing," I said, my tone flat and stripped of any sympathy. It was the survival of the pack, the cold logic my father had hammered into me since I was a pup. "End what hasn't even started with Clyd

POV: VINEThe silence that followed Ace's question was deafening. I…. I couldn't believe he'd just told me that. Ha… who would've thought?The entire restaurant seemed to grind to a halt, the clinking of silverware and the murmur of polite conversation vanishing into a vacuum. He was still kneeling there, his hands protectively cupped around Rose’s apparently bloodied palm, his gaze fixed on my face with a terrifying, hollow intensity."I said, what is wrong with you?" Ace repeated, his voice dropping into a low, jagged rasp. "Apologize to her. Now."There was no way in nine hells….. fuck. Stupid me didn't even have a name for what I was feeling. It was an insane combination of heartbreak, disbelief, and a rage so sharp it felt like it was carving me open from the inside. I looked at the way he was staring at me—like I was nothing more than a stain on his perfectly curated night—and I let out a laugh. It was a jagged, bitter sound that shocked even me.Back to the bad old times, w

POV: VINEThe coffee shop on the edge of Stone Hill Valley was an ironic choice. It was where I used to go to hide from the Vipers, and now, it felt like the only place where I could breathe without the gross, suffocating scent of wolf musk filling my lungs.I watched Drew walk through the entrance, and I felt nothing. No fear. No lingering trauma. He wasn't the monster I remembered; he was just a guy in a hoodie, looking as tired as I felt. After I had sent that email to the dean’s office—demanding they pull me from the disciplinary review so I wouldn't have to look at him or speak his name—I had assumed he’d been scrubbed from my life.Apparently, he had been busy.He didn't bother with small talk. He didn't ask how I was or offer an apology. He simply slid a thick, manila envelope across the table. It was heavy, the edges worn from use."You should look at this, Vine," he said, his voice flat. "Not because I’m trying to win you back or play games. But because I know what it’s like