All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha was My Childhood Sweetheart: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

LUCAS POV"Do you want to wait in the car, or...?" I trailed off, leaving the decision in her hands.I thought it would be best for her to stay in here. Joining me inside might be more overwhelming for her, but I wanted her to make the choice on her own.Shana nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll wait here."I squeezed her hand gently, understanding the weight of the situation. "That's perfectly fine. I'll try not to take too long. If you change your mind, just text me and I'll come get you, okay?"She nodded again and I leaned over the console to give her a light kiss on the cheek before leaving the car.I walked into the station with my hands in my jean pockets. There was a desk at the front and a door to the right that probably led to wherever the police officer's offices were.There was a small waiting area, and a few people sat there, waiting for their turn. A few of them looked a little rough around the edges and gave me curious glances, probably wondering what I was

The drive to my father's house was quiet, the air filled with unspoken heaviness.I was trying to prepare myself for whatever I was about to experience in that house. I knew it wasn't going to be easy.As Lucas pulled up to the familiar curb, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting concern. "You're sure you're ready for this?"I nodded, looking out the window at the house in front of us. "I don't think I'll ever be ready, but I need to do it eventually.""Bringing up your earlier point," Lucas began to say, "your father most likely had a will, Shana. If he did, then this house is yours now."It felt like I was being hit in the chest with a bag of bricks. This house was mine?"I can get you in touch with my father's lawyer, and they'll help you sort everything out," Lucas reassured me. "But we don't have to think about it right now. We can just go in and get whatever you need."I nodded, grateful for Lucas's support in navigating the tangled aftermath of my father's life.This was more th

The experience of losing my father has been completely eye opening. There are so many things to consider once someone is gone, and it's something people don't really think about.Although, I have a feeling not many eighteen-year old's are having to help plan some sort of memorial or funeral for their father by themselves.Choosing not to host a traditional funeral seemed fitting to me. It was just him and me, and the thought of cremation resonated as the most intimate option. And I had the perfect idea on how to release my father.Over the past few days as I prepared, slowly things got easier. I had come to terms with my father's passing, and realized that although I missed him, this was unfortunately how things must be.He wasn't the greatest father, and he only chose to harm himself and me over and over again. Now, he didn't have any weight on his shoulders. He was free, and I wanted to offer him even more freedom from that pain.Lucas and I currently sat in my car as faint music pl

LUCAS POVI steered the car towards Grandma Jo's house, my grip on the wheel tight with frustration and anger.The entire journey was consumed by the relentless question of why my father was once again pursuing me.What did he want this time? I had made it abundantly clear that I had no interest in him or the family business. The persistent pursuit felt like an invasion, a violation of the boundaries I had tried so hard to establish.The gravel crunched beneath the tires as I jerked the car to a stop in Grandma Jo's driveway, my heart pounding with a mix of defiance and anxiety.The arrival of the ominous black SUV behind me intensified the already tense atmosphere, casting shadows over the familiar surroundings.As I stepped out of the car, ready to confront my father, a sudden force clamped down on my arm.A huge bodyguard appeared, his grip unyielding, and before I could react, another joined the effort, securing my other side."Let go of me! What the hell is happening?" I shouted,

LUCAS POVI clenched my jaw, the protective instinct flaring within me. "You're not going to harm her, Dad. I won't let you."My father rolled his eyes, dismissing my concern with a condescending smirk. "You're so damn stupid sometimes, Lucas. Do you really think I'd do anything to harm the White Wolf? I'd have to be the dumbest wolf of all."His words sent a chill down my spine.There was a predatory gleam in his eyes, a look I had seen before when greed or excitement seized him. But this time, it was different.It was as if he saw something beyond the present, an opportunity or potential he hadn't considered before.He almost sounded... protective over Shana himself. Was it because of the force? Did he feel some sort of connection with her that he hadn't before?"You don't realize what this means, do you?" Kendrick asked, his tone carrying a weighty significance.I narrowed my eyes, wary of his intentions. "It doesn't change anything for me, Dad. I'm not interested in whatever power