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All Chapters of My Hockey Alpha Deadly Secret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61

Knox's POV I stood outside the supermarket for a while after they left. Not long. Long enough to let the pavement stop feeling like the specific place where something had just gone wrong, and to wait out the first wave of whatever was sitting in my chest, and to decide what I was going to do next. What I did next was nothing. I went back inside and picked up my basket from where I had left it near the end of the aisle. I put the sports drink and the protein bar on the checkout belt. I paid. I walked back to campus alone with the bag in my hand and the cool night air doing what it did, which was not enough. My cheek did not hurt. That was the first thing. It had landed and it had registered but it had not hurt in any meaningful way — not because Ember was not strong but because whatever was sitting in my chest was considerably louder than any physical sensation. I had barely felt it. What I had felt was her wrist in my hand afterward. The way she had stood there looking at me wit

Chapter 62

Knox's POV Sleep was not happening. I had been lying in the same position for forty minutes, staring at the same patch of ceiling, with the same thoughts going around in the same circle. I turned over. The ceiling looked exactly the same from this angle. I turned back. I sat up. The room was dark. Quiet. Everyone else on this floor had gone to sleep like normal people. I was sitting on the edge of my bed in the dark feeling like I had left something important out on that pavement and had not gone back for it. I reached for my laptop. I told myself it was for the chemistry project. There were still sections to finish and the deadline was real and work was the one thing that did not require anyone else to cooperate. I opened the document and stared at it. My mind went straight back to the supermarket. Her face when I said Charlotte's name. The way she had gone absolutely still, like the words had hit her before she could prepare for them. The slap — fast, sharp, more surprised-so

Chapter 63

Ember's POV I turned my phone off. Not on silent. Off. The screen went dark and I put it face down on the nightstand and pulled the blanket up and told myself that was the end of tonight. Rebecca had gone. She had left without arguing when I asked her to, which was the best thing she had done all evening. The room was mine and it was quiet and the lamp was off and the flowers that I was going to throw away tomorrow were just a dark shape on the other bed. I closed my eyes. Ethan's face appeared immediately. Not the Ethan who had stood in my doorway with his jacket on and his apology prepared. The earlier one. The one from my birthday — the door swinging open and the light from inside the room falling across two people who were not expecting to be seen. His face turning. The specific expression on it, not even guilt, more like inconvenience, like I had interrupted something he had every right to be doing. I turned over. Closed my eyes again. The hallway. The day he had told me,

Chapter 64

Ember's POV I got ready fast. Shower, clothes, hair pulled back, bag packed. I moved through the routine with the focused efficiency of someone who did not want to give their brain any empty space because empty space was where last night lived and last night was not invited to this morning. Rebecca was not in the room when I woke up. She had probably gone for breakfast already or had an early lecture. I was grateful for the empty room. I needed the quiet and I needed to move through it without having to arrange my face into something that answered questions. I ate a cereal bar walking across the quad. The morning was cool and the campus was busy with the particular energy of a weekday that did not care about anyone's personal situation. Students with their heads down, earphones in, bags on, going where they needed to go. I moved through it the same way. I told myself there was a chance Knox would not be there. He had a training schedule. He had team obligations. He had other thi

Chapter 65

Ember's POV Knox winced. It was small — barely visible, the kind of reaction a person produced when they were trying not to produce one. But it was there, a quick tightening around his eyes, and then his jaw set and he pressed his other hand over the cut and looked at it. Blood came through his fingers. Not a lot. But enough. Enough to spread across the back of his hand in the specific vivid way that made everything in the room feel suddenly louder and more immediate. I heard someone at the next bench make a quiet sound. I heard Dr. Graham's chair scrape as she stood. "Miss Cole." Her voice cut through the room the way it always did — no volume required, just the specific weight of someone who expected to be heard. "Put the scissors down." I had already put them down. They were sitting on the bench and I was sitting perfectly still and my hands were in my lap and I could feel every pair of eyes in the room turning toward our bench. "I saw what happened," Dr. Graham said. She w

Chapter 66

Ember's POV Dr. Graham looked at Knox for a long moment. Then she looked at me. Then she looked at the blood on the bench, the scissors, the two of us sitting there in the particular silence of people who had just been through something and were waiting to find out how it was going to be classified. She picked up her clipboard. "I am going to accept Mr. Rivers' account," she said. The tone made it clear this was a decision, not a concession. "The matter is dropped." I exhaled. "However." She looked between us. "I want both of you in front of the school therapist at lunch today." I looked up. "I'm sorry?" "You heard me, Miss Cole." She said it without blinking. "Both of you. Twelve-thirty. I will be informing the therapy office this morning." "Dr. Graham, with respect—" "With respect," she said back, in a tone that closed the argument before it opened, "I have been observing this partnership for several weeks and what I see at this bench is not two students focused on organic

Chapter 67

Ember's POV His room was tidy in the specific way that belonged to someone who had a system and kept to it — everything in its place, nothing left out that did not need to be out. Trophies on the shelves. Playbooks stacked on the desk. The window looking out over the side path between the dormitory buildings, the morning light coming through it clean and flat. Knox went straight to his desk drawer and took out a small white first aid kit. He put it on the desk and opened it and looked at it for a moment. "Sit down," I said. He sat on the edge of the bed. I pulled the desk chair over and sat across from him and opened the kit properly. Antiseptic wipe, gauze, bandage roll. The cut was clean — the scissors had been sharp, which was the one mercy — and it had stopped bleeding properly, leaving just the thin red line across the back of his hand. I took his hand. He let me take it. I cleaned the cut. He did not flinch, which I attributed to the injury he had described to Dr. Graham

Chapter 68

Ember's POV It stayed soft for a while. Just the kiss, just his hand against my jaw, just the quiet room around us and the morning light through the window. Nothing rushed. Nothing that asked for more than what it was. I had stopped thinking. That was the thing I noticed somewhere in the middle of it — the part of my brain that ran assessments and tracked patterns and kept a careful record of reasons had gone completely still, and what was left without it was just this. Just him. Just the specific warmth of being close to someone who was not asking me to be anything other than exactly where I was. Then his hand moved. Slow and careful, from my jaw down to my shoulder and then lower, sliding down my back, and something in me snapped back on like a light. I pulled away. Not roughly. I just stopped leaning in and straightened up and put a small amount of space between us, and that was enough — Knox felt it immediately and moved back and took his hand away and the moment ended clean

Chapter 69

Ember's POV "What are we doing?" I looked at him. The question was still sitting there. Simple and direct, the way Knox said everything when he was not managing it, when the thing he wanted to say had gotten out before the careful version could replace it. "We are not doing anything," I said. "We were in a fake relationship. That is what we are doing." "Were," he said. "Are. Were. The arrangement is still — it is still what it was." I adjusted my bag strap. "What just happened was—" "What was it?" "A moment," I said. "It was a moment. People have moments. It does not have to mean anything more than that." Knox looked at me steadily. "And if I said I wanted it to mean more than that?" I stopped. He held my gaze. "If I said I wanted it to be real. Not the arrangement, not the two weeks, not the fake version of it. Real." He paused. "How would you feel?" The room was very quiet. I looked at him sitting on the edge of his bed with the bandaged hand and the completely serious e

Chapter 70

Ember's POV The corridor outside Knox's room was empty. I walked it fast, not running, just moving with the focused pace of someone who needed distance between herself and a room that had just held too much. Past the other doors, past the noticeboard at the end of the hall with its pinned schedules and forgotten flyers, down the stairs and through the ground floor and out through the main door of the boys dormitory into the open air. I stopped on the path outside and breathed. The morning was still going. That was the thing about mornings — they kept going regardless. Students crossing the quad, someone cycling past on the path that ran alongside the building, the dining hall windows lit up on the other side of campus. Everything exactly as it had been an hour ago when I had walked this path in the other direction carrying two bags. I had one bag now. I had left Knox's on the floor beside the desk when everything else happened and now it was probably still there and I was going to

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