All Chapters of My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Catherine's POV I'm standing in front of the mirror…half dressed, half stressed, and fully annoyed…because this dress clearly has a personal problem with me. It went on just fine, no drama, no warning, and now the zipper has decided it’s going to act stubborn for absolutely no reason.I twist a little, reach behind, try again, and get nowhere.“Wow,” I mutter under my breath. “So this is how I go out…defeated by a piece of fabric.”I try again, stretching my arm in a way that probably looks ridiculous, and that’s exactly when the door swings open without warning.Of course.Perfect timing.My heart jumps straight into my throat before I even turn, and I don’t need to look to know who it is…because who else walks into rooms without knocking and still manages to look charming doing it?Clinton.I glance at him through the mirror, and he’s already looking at me, his eyes scanning in that slow, annoying way that makes it feel like he’s taking his time on purpose.“Want me to help with th

Danny's POV I don’t even realize I’m still standing there until the door closes in front of me and the hallway goes quiet again.They didn’t see me.And somehow, that part annoys me more than anything else.I stand there for a second longer than I should, staring at the door as if it’s going to open again and tell me I imagined everything.My jaw tightens, my hand curling into a fist until my nails press into my palm…sharp enough to remind me I’m still here, still very much awake.And no, I didn’t imagine it.So it’s fake.All of it.I let out a laugh, but there’s nothing funny about it. Not really. Because if it’s fake, then that means she’s been playing everyone this whole time…playing me.And I hate being played.I hate it.I turn away and walk down the hallway, my steps a little too fast. My shoulder brushes the wall once because I’m not even paying attention to where I’m going.Their room is just a few doors away from mine, which suddenly feels very intentional. I don’t know why

Catherine's POV Ever since we got back to the hotel room, the air hasn’t settled for a single second. It feels heavy, too thick to breathe properly, and every time I try to take in a full breath, it stops halfway, caught somewhere between my chest and my throat.Clinton lies on the bed where I helped him earlier, but it doesn’t feel real that he’s here, that this is happening in front of me and not some nightmare I’m about to wake up from.He hasn’t stopped shaking.His whole body trembles as if something inside him is breaking apart piece by piece. His skin is covered in sweat, the sheets already damp beneath him, and every few seconds his fingers twitch slightly, as though he’s trying to hold onto something that keeps slipping away.I sit beside him and cry without even realizing when it starts or when it gets worse. My face feels sticky, my nose blocked, my chest aching from how much I’ve been trying to keep it together.At some point, I stop wiping the tears because it doesn’t ma

Clinton's POV My eyes snap open, and my hand goes straight to my chest. I expect the pain to be there…that sharp, crushing weight that had me barely breathing. The cold that wouldn’t stop shaking through me. The feeling that something inside me was slowly being drained out.But there is nothing.No pain. No shivering. Just my heart beating too fast under my palm and sweat soaking through my shirt, as if my body is trying to remember what it went through even when everything else has already stopped.I lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch up with my own body. It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up.One moment, I was sure I was dying. Now I’m here…breathing too easily, feeling too normal…and that alone makes something twist deep in my stomach.“Catherine.”Her name comes out rough, barely more than air, and I push myself up.“Catherine.”Louder this time. Waiting.Nothing answers me. No movement from the bathroom. No soft footsteps. Just silence, stretching too wide, to

Danny's POV The whistle keeps ringing in my head even after it stops, and I swear it’s not because of the game. It’s because I’ve been standing here pretending to care about a bunch of sweaty teenagers pulling a rope, when my mind has been stuck in one place since yesterday. And that place has a name.Catherine.Why wouldn’t it be? Why would my brain ever give me peace when it can choose violence instead?Everyone is cheering, shouting, falling into the sand, acting as if this trip is the best thing that has ever happened to them. And I’m standing here with my arms folded, watching absolutely nothing. I don’t even see the rope, or the people, or the stupid prize they’re fighting for.I just keep seeing her face.The way she walked away without even glancing back at me.And don’t even get me started on Clinton, because if I start, I won’t stop…and I’m trying so hard to be a better person today, even though nobody asked me to.The worst part is, I didn’t see her yesterday. Not once. No