All Chapters of My Ex's Brother Is the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

135 Chapters

111. This Time, I Won’t Touch Her

Natasha's POV The trip already feels cursed, and the thought settles deeper the longer I stay in this room, staring at a ceiling that suddenly feels like the whole place has decided to shut me out along with him.Danny has been off since we got here, moving around me without really seeing me, answering questions with half-words, disappearing for stretches of time that last longer than they should.I keep replaying the morning in my head, trying to remember when exactly he slipped away, how I didn’t notice him leaving during the swimming game.Now it’s almost ten, and I’m alone in a hotel room that doesn’t feel like mine anymore.My phone rests beside me, the screen lighting up and going dark again. Each call goes unanswered until it starts to feel intentional, and that thought doesn’t sit quietly. It presses.He’s ignoring me.The realization lands heavy and sharp, and I can feel it spreading through my chest, settling into something colder.If he wants to make me feel small, if he t

112. Twenty Missed Calls Later

Clinton's POV By the time I hit call again, I already know how this is going to end, but I do it anyway. I stand there, listening to the ringing stretch out in my ear until it finally dies off, leaving me staring at my phone…my thumb hovering over her name as if pressing it one more time will suddenly change everything.It doesn’t.That makes twenty.Twenty missed calls. A long line of unread messages. And nothing from her…not even something small to tell me she’s busy or annoyed or alive.My mind runs through every possible reason she might be ignoring me, and none of them make sense.I don’t waste more time thinking about it. I grab my car keys and head out.My attention keeps slipping back to my phone as I try her number again, and that’s how I end up walking straight into someone.I’m already ready to snap, the words forming before I even look up, but they stop at the back of my throat when I see who it is.Danny.“Watch where you’re going.”He says it with that irritating smile,

113. You’re Not Alone Anymore

Catherine's POV The room feels smaller than before.Not because the walls have moved, but because everything inside it feels heavier now… like the air itself has thickened, pressing against my chest and making it harder to breathe. The ceiling fan spins slowly above us, its soft, repetitive clicking cutting through the silence like it’s counting every second of this moment.I sit there, staring at Clinton, but at the same time, I’m not really seeing him.My mind is still stuck on what Danny said.Brothers.The word echoes again and again, refusing to settle into something normal, something that makes sense.Clinton and Danny.Brothers.Even now, it sounds wrong.If someone had told me that a few days ago, I would have laughed in their face and asked what kind of ridiculous story they were trying to spin. Nothing about them matches. Nothing about them feels connected.And yet here I am… sitting across from him, hearing it from his own mouth, knowing it’s real.I swallow hard, trying t

114. Stay Here

Clinton's POV Honestly, I didn’t see that question coming.It hits me the moment it leaves her mouth, and everything inside me just stops. I try to find the right words, but they’re not coming.Because the truth is right there.All of it.Not just about my family.But everything… everything I’ve done, everything I’ve hidden, everything that connects back to her in ways she doesn’t even know yet.And I want to tell her.I really do.The words push up my throat, heavy and painful, like they are trying to escape. But they don’t. They get stuck halfway, like they are scared of what will happen if they come out.I swallow hard.Nothing changes.The truth is still there.And I am still here… lying again.That realization hits harder than anything else.She doesn’t deserve this.Not after everything.Not after she saved me in ways I still don’t fully understand.My fingers curl slightly at my sides, like I am trying to hold myself together physically. My chest twists again, sharper this tim

115. Let Him Go

Clinton's POV I open the door.“You’re not welcome here, Cody.”The words leave my mouth sharp and fast before I even fully see him.The cold night air carries the faint smell of alcohol and dust from the hallway. The light above the corridor flickers slightly, like it is struggling to stay steady.My eyes land on Cody first.Then they move past him.Jack.I freeze.He is standing there, but not really standing properly. His shoulders are slouched, his head slightly down like it is too heavy to hold up. His balance keeps shifting side to side, like the floor is moving under him.The smell hits me properly now.Alcohol.Strong.Mixed with sweat and something sour.Inside my chest, something hardens like stone.My hand curls into a fist.“What the fuck is he doing here?”Cody raises both hands slightly, like he is trying to calm a wild animal, but it does nothing to the fire already building inside me.“Just hear me out?” he says carefully.Like he already knows I might snap at any sec

116. He Touched What’s Ours

Clinton's POV I stand there, staring at the closed door of her apartment.The silence on the other side feels heavier than it should.She said she wants to forget about revenge.Forget.My jaw tightens until it almost hurts.Just a few minutes ago, she was shaking…her whole body alive with aner. I saw it. I felt it. It matched what was inside me so perfectly it almost felt like we were the same person in that moment.And now… this.My fingers curl slowly into fists at my sides.Why would she change her mind like that?My mind won’t let it go. It keeps replaying her voice over and over again, like something stuck on repeat.“I just want to forget it.”Forget?How do you just forget something like that?How do you go from wanting blood to wanting peace in less than thirty minutes?It doesn’t make sense.And then there’s the part that bothers me more than I want to admit…She doesn’t even want me to get revenge for her.That thought sits wrong in my chest, heavy and uncomfortable.I dra

117. The Gunshot

Clinton's POV I’m already on my feet before the doctor fully steps out of the ER.My chair scrapes loudly against the tiled floor, the sound cutting through the quiet hallway like something sharp and misplaced. A few people glance at me, then quickly look away, like they don’t want to get caught in whatever is written all over my face right now.I don’t care.Nothing matters except him.“How’s she?” The doctor gives a small, controlled smile. “She’ll be fine.”The words land, but they don’t settle.Will be fine.Not is fine.The difference sits heavy in my chest, twisting something deep inside me.“She just needs lots of rest,” he continues, his tone steady, professional. Like this is just another case. Another patient.I nod slowly, even though my mind is stuck on those first three words.She’ll be fine.I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. My shoulders drop slightly, but the tension doesn’t leave. Not completely. It’s still there, coiled tight under my skin.“C

118. The Truth Died With Him

Clinton's POV My legs almost give out the moment I step inside the warehouse.Derrick is lying flat on the ground, twisted in a way that tells the whole story before anyone says a word. Blood is spread out beneath him…dark, still. No movement. No fight left in him.So that’s it.All the answers I dragged myself here for… gone.I stand there, staring at him, because this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to talk. He was supposed to tell me who sent him…who thought it was a good idea to come after me and drag Catherine into this mess. And now he’s just lying there, useless.Dead men don’t explain anything.Now the only person who knew… is gone.My hand curls slowly at my side, the tension building until it feels like my bones might crack under it. Then I lift my head and find Richard.He’s standing a few feet away, breathing hard. His shirt is soaked…not all of it Derrick’s blood, I can tell that much. His face is swollen, one eye nearly shut, and there’s a cut at the c

119. The Name Behind the Knife

Clinton's POV Before I even get close to the gate, I see him.Jack.Standing there as if he belongs anywhere near my house, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, eyes glued to the road, waiting.The moment my car comes into view, he straightens, then starts walking toward it with that same nervous energy that used to pass for confidence back then…back when I actually gave a damn about anything that came out of his mouth.I slow the car, not because I want to, but because I need a clear look at him… need to see if there’s anything that explains why he thought showing up here was a good idea.There isn’t.Same face. Same eyes. Just more fear sitting under his skin.I stop the car and step out, shutting the door with more force than necessary, and he’s already close, already opening his mouth.“Clinton, I didn’t…”My fist lands before he gets another word out.It connects clean and sharp. His head snaps to the side, his body following, knees buckling as he starts to drop…but I

120. The Signs Were There

Clinton's POV “Who was it?” I say, stepping closer. “Who picked the call?”Jack doesn’t hesitate this time. “Richard.”Everything inside me goes still in the worst possible way.I hear only my own heartbeat pounding against my chest, and even though part of me already knew that was the name coming, hearing it out loud still feels wrong somehow. My brain keeps trying to reject it, trying to force another face into place, another explanation, another person.Not Richard.Not him.Something inside me cracks quietly.My hand trembles harder inside my pocket, and I curl my fingers tighter so he won’t see it.Richard.My best friend.The idiot who stood beside me through every fight, every mess, every bloody night when the whole world felt ready to tear itself apart.The same guy I trusted with my back stabbed it.I stare at Jack without saying anything, and maybe that unsettles him more than anger would have, because he starts talking again quickly, words stumbling over each other.“That’

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