Fake Dating Alpha Hockey Captain novel Chapter 73

#Chapter 73: Playing the Waiting Game

#Chaptér 73: Playing the Waiting Game

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Ryan is sleeping when we return. I take the opportunity to spend some time alone writing in my room. I think a good way to work all of this out is to write about it. I miss drama, so I decide to turn the events into a script.

I write until I fall asleep and dream about rogue werewolves and dangerous attacks. In my dream, Alex is in trouble, and I can’t get to him. I wake up during this dream and decide not to take it as a sign.

I hear voices down the hall, and I emerge to find Alex putting on his socks and shoes. Ryan is already geared up and waiting in the chair by the couch, the same backpacks from this morning at his feet.

“You leaving?” I ask.

“I was going to come get you before we left to say goodbye.”

I fold my arms and lean against the wall. “That’sss it? Goodbye?”

“Well…I mean…we’ll be back.”

I walk back down the hall. We haven’t talked since he came back this morning, and I’m worried about him. There are so many things I want to ask him: like does he know what happened to him? Does he think Ryan could be the culprit, or someone in his own pack? What happens if they get caught? As far as I know, there’s no backup plan, no calvary waiting to go rescue them.

There’s a knock on the door; I know it’s Alex.

“Come in.”

Alex skulks over to the bed and sits down beside me, his leg touching mine. “I really was going to come tell you bye.”

I can’t look at him, so I look at my hands as they rest on my knees. ‘Then leave.”

“Well…yeah. You knew we were going.”

“Buuut…you’re ill.”

“Uh, yeah…I mean, I am…but I feel better.”

I try to keep my words clipped so I don’t cry. “Makes it more dangerrr–rous.‘

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He exhales and sounds tired, weary. “I have to go, Cynthia. We have to find these wolves before something terrible happens.”

I lean my head on his shoulder. I know he has to go, but I worry that my nightmare will come true. He’s not at full strength and this mission is already so risky for just two werewolves, even if they’re strong.

“I worry. About you.”

Alex puts an arm around me and kisses me on the head. I feel static between his lips and my skin, hollowing out my heart even more.

There’s so much more I want to say, but I want him to go while it is still light out. “I love yoouu, Alex Hewlett,” I say, my head still resting on him.

Alex pulls back and looks me in the eyes. “I love you, Cynthia Boston.”

He leans in and kisses me softly, one hand cupping my chin as the other rests on the small of my back, pulling me

closer.

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napter 73: Playing the Waiting Game

I don’t want his moment to end because my deepest fear is that it may be our last. Sure, I’m afraid of the werewolves hunting me, but if I died with this kiss on my lips then it would be a sweet death nonetheless.

He breaks our kiss and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. “I’ll come back to you,” he promises.

“You better.”

I give him a kiss on the cheek, and he walks out of the room leaving me on the bed. I don’t get up, instead listening to the front door open and close because I can’t bring myself to watch him go.

I stay in my room, crying a river of sadness and regret.

Once I’m empty and dried out, when I feel like I can be any type of company, I go out looking for Rita. She is sitting at the little black wrought iron table on the back porch, looking out into the woods beyond.

Still staring out, she says, “They’re gone.”

I pull out a chair at the little black iron table and slide in, slumping down to sulk. “Can you…” But I can’t finish the question because my mind is stumped. I can’t remember…

She turns to look at me, her brow furrowed. “What?”

“Can you do…the mind thing?”

At first, she doesn’t understand. “The mind thing?” She thinks for a moment. “Link? The mind link?” “Yesss…that’s it. Sorry.”

She shrugs. “Don’t be…how would you know anything about that? But to answer your question, no. I’m not old enough to link over distance like that. I would have to share blood with him. Or…” she squirms a little in her chair, “have consummated our bond.”

Gross.

“Do you ask because you want me to keep tabs on him?”

“In case he. Calls for help.”

“Sorry, princess. No can do.”

That was the only thing I could hope for, and now that option is dashed.

As if reading my mind, Rita adds, “If he gets into trouble then his parents will know. That’s how th before, I mean. They’re the reason I’m still alive. I owe them everything…”

und us-

Rita pushes herself up by the arms of the iron chair. “It will start getting dark in a couple of hours. We need to be secure inside before the sun goes down, so I’m going to check all the doors and windows. Make sure they’re locked. You should go inside.”

I nod my agreement and follow her in.

I spend the next couple of hours alone in my room, on my phone. I have to plug it into the outlet to charge, so I’m restricted to the bel.