All Chapters of Rooming With The Enemy: The Alpha’s Forbidden Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

17 Chapters

Chapter One

Rhett“Rhett, come on!” my teammate yells as I dodge a hit from the defenseman, making sure to keep my balance. The goalie is sliding left, leaving the top right corner wide open. It is a guaranteed goal that would give us a tie.Four seconds left.For a split second, my eyes drift to the front row of the stands where my father would be watching proudly.I need to see the approval in his eyes for that split second—it usually helps.Except this time it doesn’t because he isn’t there; instead, standing right behind the glass is a guy with dark hair and intense eyes. He isn’t cheering or screaming like everyone else, he is watching me with a cold, mocking smirk playing on his lips.Two seconds.Fucking hell.My stick hits the ice an inch too early and instead of a soaring shot, the puck gives a pathetic little hop and slides harmlessly into the goalie’s pads.The horn sounds just then.The game is over, and we have lost.For the first time in Blackridge history, the home crowd goes silen

Chapter Two

Rhett’s “Hi,” I manage to say calmly, but my voice comes out extremely hoarse. Cassian smirks and walks back to his bed where he is unpacking his stuff; my eyes trail over the magazines on the bed—nude men on display—and then to the pack of condoms he just pulled out.He picks up one of the magazines, the smirk still on his face. “He’s pretty hot, innit?”I swallow hard and look away, taking off the rest of my gear. Cassian’s eyes are on me as I pull off my jersey leaving me bare-chested, and suddenly I feel too exposed. I pull the shirt back on immediately which only makes his smile widen, and then stalk into the bathroom.The warmth of the water does nothing to help.I just stand there under the shower for what could have been hours hoping that when I finally step out, Cassian is asleep.“Your girlfriend is at the door,” his voice suddenly calls out, and the bathroom door opens. “Thought I should let you know. Should I let her in?”“Get out!” I hiss sharply, hands covering my groin

Chapter Three

Rhett’s POV“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I manage to say. I want to snarl, but my stupid wolf is too busy being restless and practically begging me to lean into the touch. I have no fucking idea why. “Really?” He asks. The hatred in his eyes is unmistakable, despite the smirk on his face.That breaks me, but who am I to complain?I had caused it… making my best friend a target for bullying because I was too cowardly to stand up to my father. Because I felt hating Cassian would have made my father less suspicious of my friendship with him… to protect him.Stupid, I know.There is no salvaging this.“You are overestimating your importance. Let go,” I say coldly, meeting his gaze with equal intensity and praying hard to the Goddess that he can’t see the conflict buried inside me. “Or else.”The eyes are the window to the soul—my mom used to say when she was still alive. I am hoping right now that it is not true.“Or else what?” he questions, lifting his brows. He’s not ba

Chapter Four

I swallow hard, fear gripping my heart as he looks up at me with a disappointed and angry expression. “Father,” I say breathlessly, trying to play it off with a laugh. It only comes out as a nervous chuckle. “I uh… I wasn’t expecting to see you.”“Who’s drawer is that?” My father asks, standing up and pointing to the one next to my bed. “Mine,” I say, a semblance of relief flooding through me. Maybe he’ll realize the magazine belongs to Cassian and then use his power to force a roommate change. “So what is this doing in there?” He asks, throwing it towards me and raising his brows. Cassian looks amused. “Yo bro, that’s not cool,” Cassian says, shaking his head. He pushes off the wall and walks toward his own side of the room, playing the part of the shocked, straight roommate perfectly. “I mean, we’re sharing a space, man. At least keep your… interests… private.”I know instantly that he planted it. I hadn’t touched that drawer since I moved in. But what I don’t understand—what ma

Chapter Five

Cassian’s POVSince last night, Rhett hasn’t spared me a glance. He had just pushed me off with so much force and gone to the bathroom, then after several hours he went to bed but didn’t sleep. He spent the night tossing and turning—so did I, thinking of the look in his eyes when I hovered above him. Why the fuck am I feeling something?I stare at his side of the room—I am supposed to be thinking of the next thing to get him riled up, I’m supposed to be planning how to dismantle his reputation piece by piece until there is nothing left. Instead, my mind replays last night on his bed that is now neatly made, and this morning as he tried on about a hundred different clothes just to look perfect. It’s been about three hours since he left. I wonder what exactly his father is seeing him about that he’s not back. I should have something set up by now, but my head is not in the right space. The door suddenly swings open with so much force suddenly, hitting the wall with a loud thud. I

Chapter Six

Rhett I have always known my father to be a brutal beast. Brutal doesn’t even cut it. Merriam-Webster needs to invent a couple more words, because there are not enough of them in the English language to describe how much of a monster he is. My body aches and stings all over, breathing is a nightmare I can’t escape, and my skin is already turning to a disgusting shade of blue and purple from all the bruises. To make it worse, Savannah is still doting on me despite telling her I needed to be left alone. I wish she didn’t have to be so perfect every time and remind me that I can never be that. I want to snap at her and tell her to just fuck off, but then I look over at the bed opposite mine. Cassian is seated there with his headphones plugged in, but I can tell he’s not listening to a damn thing. His fingers are constantly twitching and adjusting them over his head every goddamn second. His jaw is also grinding together so hard, and I’m not sure there’s anyone who will keep lis

Need Your Help

Rhett“I don’t need your help,” I spit at him coldly, averting my gaze. The last thing I wanted was Cassian or anyone helping me because they felt pity for me. Seeing me in this state was bad enough.“Kinda looks like you do,” he smirks, snatching the tube out of my hand. He sinks onto the bed beside me and presses the ointment into his palm, then moves it over the wound. His hands travel to other spots, delicately applying it, and it takes every ounce of restraint left in my body to stop my wolf from losing it.I sit there wishing I could just be like him—unaffected by touching me.My heart does a little squeeze as I realize he doesn’t even feel an ounce of what I feel.There’s a difference in how his touch feels now. He’s no longer applying the ointment; instead, his finger is tracing a bruise and he lets out a shaky breath.“Thanks,” I snap, shifting away from his touch.“Should you even be going for training?”“Why do you care?” I snap, even though I know he is right. It has only

Rhettie?

CassianRhett is looking at me with shock plastered on his face, his mouth open and opening and closing like a fish. He’s confused because why the fuck would I, of all people, save his ass out there on the rink when I’m not even supposed to be there.I smile and wrap my arm around his shoulder. “You’re literally injured, Rhett, and now you’re in practice? I told you not to come. Glad I decided to stop by.”By now, Rhett has realized what game I’m playing because he shoves my arm and glares down at me harshly. But the damage is already done. I can hear the frantic whispering from his teammates, and best of all, Cassidy Green is standing at the other side of the bleachers, filming the whole interaction for her TikTok account. She’s a popular puck bunny, and half of Blackridge follows her account where she posts everything about them from training to hangouts, parties… This is going to keep the entire campus talking for weeks—Rhett Reed, the mighty bad boy captain, needing a protector to

Play The Villain

RhettI am so fucking tired of this.I stand there, the blood rushing so loudly in my ears. Cassian is staring up at me with a smug smirk etched onto his face. It’s quite obvious that he expects me to panic and then beg him to take down that stupid ass petition before it lands on my father’s desk and seals my doom.But as I look at his smug, perfectly sculpted face, something snaps inside me—it’s all the clarity I need.I’ve allowed myself to be a punching bag for seventy-two hours simply because of my own guilt due to what happened in the past. Truth be told, I deserve it, but still it feels unfair that my life is beinf ruined by him and he is going to keep doing it if I don’t stand up to him. Another reason I have been lax is because my wolf, Rook, is hopelessly compromised by a fated pull I am still desperately trying to deny.But here’s one thing Cassian doesn’t know. I’m the fucking Alpha’s son. And my dad owns the fucking university.He wants to play the villain? He doesn’t know

A Real Piece Of Work

RhettCassian doesn’t move for a very long time.He just sits there on the bed, staring up at me with a murderous expression that could literally kill someone if looks were capable of that. His eyes are locked into mine, anger evident in them as he tries to process that I actually have him cornered and he doesn’t have much of a choice here.“You’re a real piece of work, Reed,” he spits, reaching out to grab his laptop. His eyes still don’t move away from mine even as he opens it.When it comes on, the bright light illuminates his face, making my heart flutter just a little. I swallow, trying to push away the feelings my wolf is throwing at me.Cassian’s fingers hit the keyboard with so much force I’m surprised the keys don’t pop out or stop working. He clicks a few times, and I can literally hear his jaw grinding so hard. After a final, aggressive tap, he turns the laptop around and looks up at me.“There,” Cassian snaps, glaring at me. “It’s gone. Completely wiped. Happy now?”“No,”

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