Rejected By My Hockey Alpha
Timothy Blackthorn has it all. Alpha heir to the most powerful pack, hockey captain with a god-tier body, and a reputation for breaking hearts as easily as he breaks records. When the Moon Goddess reveals quiet, overlooked Penelope Hale as his destined mate, Timothy does the unthinkable: he rejects her. Publicly. Brutally. In front of thousands.
Big mistake.
Exiled and humiliated, Penelope finds refuge with the rival Bloodfang Pack, where she discovers two things that will change everything: she's a hockey prodigy with a killer instinct, and her "lowly" bloodline hides noble secrets that could topple kingdoms.
Now she's back on the ice, leading Bloodfang to victory after victory, while Timothy's perfect life crumbles around him. His wolf is going feral without their mate. His team is losing. And the girl he threw away? She's become the most dangerous player in the league.
But when pack politics turn deadly and silver daggers flash in the moonlight, Timothy and Penelope must face the truth: some bonds can't be broken, even by pride. Some love is worth fighting for. And sometimes, the mate you reject is the only one who can save you.
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Chapter: Chapter 219 – Better PeopleTimothy's POVLiam called me on a Tuesday morning, which was unusual. We usually communicated through Ethan or formal pack channels; a direct call meant something was different."I need to tell you something before it gets out another way," he said.I leaned back in my chair. "Go ahead.""I asked Isla to marry me," he said. "Last night, she said yes."I stared at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about how impossible this would have felt a few years ago. Now, it just felt like something I should have seen coming."Congratulations," I said."I know how it sounds," Liam replied."It sounds like two people who figured things out."There was a pause. "Isla should be the one to tell Penelope," he said. "I just wanted to tell you first, out of respect."Knowing the weight of our history, I appreciated the gesture. "I think you’re a better man than you used to be," I told him."I'm trying," he said."We all are."Isla told Penelope that afternoon while Jasmine napped. From my office, I hear
Last Updated: 2026-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 218: JasmineTimothy's POVAround nine that night, a storm rolled off the mountains, turning the sky a bruised green-gray and rattling the window frames. Penelope had been restless all day, her movements careful and constant as she tried to find a comfortable position that didn't exist. By seven, the book in her lap was just a prop; by eight, her focus had shifted entirely to the timer on her phone, tracking the rhythm of a storm of her own."Contractions," she said, when I asked."How far apart?" I asked."Eight minutes," she said. "It's fine, we have time.""We're going now," I said."They said to wait until""Penelope," I said.She looked at me for a moment, then looked at the rain sheeting down the back window, then looked back at me. "Fine," she said. "Get the bag."The hospital was a fifteen-minute drive, but I made it in ten—a move Penelope later teased me for, though I have no regrets. The staff were ready for us, moving her through intake and the initial exams with practiced speed. The mi
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Chapter: Chapter 217 – The Longest Nine MonthsPenelope's POVNobody warned me that the first trimester would feel like being slowly poisoned.I’d read the books and talked to my mother, who called pregnancy "uncomfortable but manageable." I now suspected that was a lie told by survivors. I was nauseous all morning, exhausted by the afternoon, and hit by intense, specific cravings by evening.In week seven, I wanted pickles and cream cheese on toast. By week nine, it was plain cold rice. At week eleven, I sent Timothy out for a specific orange juice; when he returned with a different brand because mine was discontinued, I just stared at the bottle and cried."I know," he said carefully, setting the juice on the counter. "I'm sorry, I tried four stores.""It's fine," I said, crying."Okay," "It's not fine, that juice is terrible and nothing tastes right and I'm exhausted and I don't know why I'm crying," I said, still crying."I know," he said again. He hugged me and let me cry for a few minutes about the orange juice and the she
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Chapter: Chapter 216 – Two Pink LinesTimothy's POV Our third anniversary fell on a Thursday, which meant Penelope had a council subcommittee meeting in the morning and I had two territory calls in the afternoon, and we'd agreed a week earlier to do the actual celebration on Saturday when neither of us would be busy. That morning, I woke up early and watched the light filter through the curtains—a habit I’d kept since the second year. There was no crisis; I just wanted to appreciate the peace. She slept facing me, looking younger than her years. I got up quietly, made coffee, and checked the morning report. Twelve territories were now using the democratic model, three more were discussing it, and trade revenue was climbing. Even the hockey franchise had a new deal that I knew would make Penelope happy. Soon, I heard her moving around.She came out in sweatpants and one of my old Frostfang practice shirts that she'd claimed months ago and never given back. "Coffee," she said. "Counter," I said. She poured a cup and
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Chapter: Chapter 215 – LegacyTimothy's POVTwo years after the kidnapping, I stood in a conference room in neutral territory with eleven other Alphas and watched them vote to adopt the Frostfang democratic model for their own packs.It wasn't just a trial; it was a permanent, binding shift toward accountability.I stayed professional through the vote and the handshakes, giving Elena the quotes she needed for the press. When I finally got to the car, I sat in silence for a full minute. Ethan, who was driving, didn't say a word—he just let me process it."Years ago," I said finally, "Viktor told me the only thing that mattered was strength. That philosophy was just a decoration for power.""I remember," Ethan said."Twelve packs," I said. "Twelve packs just voted to share power with their own councils.""He was wrong," he said simply."Yeah," I said. "He was."Over the following months, we built the actual foundation for this change. We moved beyond ideas and created real infrastructure: leadership training at Fros
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Chapter: Chapter 214 – Coming BackPenelope's POVThe hardest part of recovery was the days that looked fine from the outside. I could smile across a council table and follow the agenda and make good arguments about trade policy, and then drive home afterward with my hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly because a truck had pulled up alongside me at a red light and the driver had gray hair and for one fractured second my whole nervous system had screamed Viktor. It wasn't Viktor. It was a man in his sixties with a grocery bag on the passenger seat.I didn't tell Timothy about that one instead I told the counselor on Thursday."You're managing," Dr. Osei said, in the measured tone she used when she meant something more than the words. "But managing isn't the same as healing, are you letting people see the hard days?""Timothy sees them," I said."Your husband isn't a therapist," she said, not unkindly. "He's a resource, not a treatment. The people around you can support you, but they can't do this for you.""I k
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The Billionaire’s Broken Contract
"My daughter needs heart surgery," Riley whispered, clutching four-year-old Lily to her chest. "I'll do anything."
Brett Graham's steel-gray eyes never left hers. "Anything?"
"Yes."
"Then you'll be mine. Completely. For six months."
Riley Plia is homeless with a dying daughter when ruthless billionaire Brett Graham offers her a deal: pose as his girlfriend for six months and earn $500,000 for her child's heart surgery.
She thinks she's found salvation. Instead, she finds herself trapped in a contract written in cruelty.
Brett treats her like property—controlling her meals, her words, even when she can see her daughter. He humiliates her at galas, dismisses her tears, and uses her desperation as a weapon.
But beneath his ice-cold exterior lies a man terrified of abandonment, testing her loyalty through suffering because everyone he's ever loved has left him.
As Riley endures his torment to save Lily, she discovers an inner strength that refuses to break. And Brett finds himself addicted to the one woman who won't shatter under his worst behavior.
In a world where love is the ultimate luxury, can two damaged souls heal each other's wounds—or will Brett's need for control destroy the only real thing he's ever found?
When the contract ends, will she stay... or will she finally run?
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Chapter: Chapter 143: EpilogueRiley pov Then he closed the space between us with a growl, his fingers ripping my skirt up my thighs and yanking my soaked panties aside in one brutal tug. The fabric tearing with a sharp rip that echoed in the locked room, before he freed his throbbing cock from his pants—thick, veined, and slick with pre-cum and lined it up against my dripping entrance. The head nudging my swollen folds apart as he surged forward in one merciless thrust, spearing me open inch by searing inch until he bottomed out balls-deep in my clenching heat.The sudden stretch ripping a wail from my throat that shattered into a raw “oh fuck, yes” as my walls fluttered and gripped him like a vise, milking the invasion while stars burst behind my eyesHis hands gripped my hips as his mouth devoured every sound I made and the table beneath us shuddered with the force of him pounding into me. He pulled back almost to the tip with a slick drag that made me sob, then slammed home again harder and deeper, the wet
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Chapter: Chapter 142: The New Beginning Riley's POVSix weeks later, I stand in the Graham Foundation's restored boardroom, watching Brett address the same people who tried to destroy us. The media circus has died down, the FBI investigation closed, and our reputation is slowly rebuilding."The Sterling-Jamson conspiracy cost us significant donors and public trust," Brett says, his voice steady. "But it also showed us who our real allies are."Patricia Wells shifts uncomfortably in her chair. She's been notably quiet since being forced to publicly apologize for her hasty actions."What's our current funding status?" asks Kim, who at least had the decency to look ashamed during Brett's reinstatement."Better than expected." I stand, pulling up financial reports on the wall display. "Our crisis response actually attracted new donors who believe in our mission."Brett's eyes catch mine across the room, warm with pride."Ms. Plia will be taking over as Chief Operations Officer effective immediately," Brett announces.The room g
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Chapter: Chapter 141: The Truth Revealed Riley's POVThe parking garage beneath our building feels like a war bunker as Brett and I huddle around his laptop, analyzing the doctored photo that might save our lives."The metadata doesn't lie." Brett's fingers fly across the keyboard. "This image was created three days before we met, but Jamson's claiming it shows our first encounter.""Which means he's been planning this for months." I lean closer to the screen, studying the technical details. "But why use a fake photo when he could have gotten real ones?"Brett goes very still. "Because he never had access to real surveillance from that day.""What do you mean?""The area where we actually met." Brett pulls up building schematics on his phone. "It doesn't have security cameras. I chose it specifically for privacy."My heart starts racing. "So he had to fabricate evidence of our first meeting.""And he got sloppy." Brett screenshots the metadata. "This is enough to discredit his entire case."I grab his arm. "We need to call D
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Chapter: Chapter 140: The Counter-Attack Riley's POVThe Graham Foundation boardroom feels like a courtroom as twelve faces stare at Brett across the mahogany table. I sit beside him, ignoring the disapproving glances from board members who clearly think I don't belong here."The situation is untenable," announces Patricia Wells, the Red haired board chair. "Channel 7's exposé has already cost us three major donors."Brett's jaw tightens. "The allegations are false.""That may be," Patricia continues coldly, "but perception is reality in our business. We need you to step down temporarily while this investigation proceeds.""No." My voice cuts through the tension.Every head turns toward me as Patricia's eyes narrow dangerously. "Excuse me, Ms. Plia?"I stand slowly, feeling Brett's surprise beside me. "I said no. You're not removing him from the foundation he built.""And you are?" Board member Kim's tone drips condescension."I'm the woman who's spent the last eight months learning every aspect of this foundation's operatio
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Chapter: Chapter 139: The Investigation Begins Riley's POVDetective Doris badge catches the light as she steps into our penthouse, her eyes scanning everything like she's already building a case. Behind her, two uniformed officers wait by the elevator."Mr. Graham, Ms. Plia." Doris voice is professional. "We need to discuss some serious allegations."Brett moves protectively in front of me, his body language shifting from vulnerable fiancé to guarded CEO in seconds. "What kind of allegations?""The kind that could put you in federal prison for twenty years." Doris settles into our white leather sofa without invitation. "Corporate espionage, fraud, racketeering."My stomach drops. Beside me, Brett's hands clench into fists."Riley, take Lily upstairs." His voice goes cold and commanding. "Now.""No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "We handle this together."Brett's gray eyes flash with something between anger and fear. "This isn't a discussion.""Actually, it is." I step beside him,"I'm not running anymore."Doris watch
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Chapter: Chapter 138: The Engagement Riley's POVThe notification on Brett's phone glows ominously in the romantic lighting. I catch a glimpse of the sender's name before Brett quickly turns it face down."Who was that?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light.Brett's jaw tightens. "Nobody important.""On our engagement night?" I step closer, the emerald on my finger catching the light. "Brett, what aren't you telling me?""Riley, please." He reaches for me, but I step back. "Tonight is about us.""And us includes honesty." I cross my arms. "Who is Jamson?"The color drains from Brett's face. Behind us, Lily's laughter echoes from inside where she's celebrating with Emma, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between her parents."How do you know that name?" Brett's voice drops to a dangerous whisper."Because I saw the message preview." My heart pounds. "Something about 'the truth coming out' and 'consequences.'"Brett runs his hands through his hair, the gesture so familiar it breaks my heart. "It's complicated."
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Chapter: Chapter 198: Epilogue— Few Months LaterJolie pov She has a sweet potato on her forehead, both cheeks, and somehow on the back of her neck.Ember sits in her high chair with the expressions of an artist at work, her silver-blonde pigtails escaping the ties Mara put them in this morning, her eyes glowing faintly with the warm pleasure of someone who has found sweet potato and correctly identified it as one of the best things that has ever happened.Ryder tries to wipe her face but she seizes his finger with both hands and the grip that stopped my heart the night she was born, which has only become more formidable in six months, and she laughs—a real, full, delighted baby laugh that carries through the whole cabin."She's definitely yours," I say from the doorway."She's got your power," he says, extricating his finger with some effort. He's trying very hard not to smile and failing completely."And your stubbornness.""Those are the same thing."Through the window, Knox is in the training yard with a group of young wolves—t
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Chapter: Chapter 197 – The Last WatchRyder POV Phoenix finds the thread on a Tuesday. He's been pulling at it for three months — since the night before Ember was born, when I gave him one instruction while the compound was preparing for labor and everyone else's attention was pointed at the healing center: keep tracing. Don't stop. Don't let the lockdown protocols make us comfortable. Find the end of the line.He finds it on a Tuesday while Ember is asleep and Jolie is in the healing center reviewing Celeste's prenatal notes and the compound smells like woodsmoke.He comes to me directly, not over comms. That's how I know before he opens his mouth. "Sit down," he says, which Phoenix never says to me, and then catches himself and amends it to: "I mean — I have the trace. All of it. You're going to want to be sitting."I stay standing. "Show me."He lays it out on the command room table, printed pages, because Phoenix understands that some intelligence needs to exist in physical form that can be handed to people and point
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Chapter: Chapter 196:He leans down and kisses the top of Ember's head, very briefly, and then straightens up and becomes more stoic than he was a moment ago, which is his way of managing emotion in front of witnesses.Luna hands Ember back to me and takes Gio's arm, and the look she gives him is the kind of look that holds everything two people have built together.The afternoon is ours. Visitors gone, just the three of us in the quiet healing center, golden light through the windows, the compound settling into its afternoon rhythm outside. Ryder sits close while Ember and I work out breastfeeding for the first time—awkward and careful and eventually successful, and when she latches and the tiny spark of connection moves between us, mother to daughter, it doesn't feel like milk or biology. It feels like the mate bond when it first fully forms. Like something being completed."She's going to be powerful," Ryder says, watching."And loved," I say. "That's what matters."He's quiet for a moment. "Both.""Bot
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Chapter: Chapter 195 – New BeginningsJolie POV I wake from the first real sleep I've had in what feels like weeks and my eyes go straight to the rocking chair before I'm fully conscious.He's there. Of course he's there. Ryder sits in Knox's chair with Ember against his chest, one massive tattooed hand curved around her entire back, and he's watching her sleep with an expression I don't have a name for yet—something between wonder and vigilance, like he can't fully believe she's real and he's not willing to look away long enough for her to become less so.He hasn't put her down. I realize, counting backward, that he hasn't put her down since Doc placed her in his arms."You should sleep," I say, my voice rough and new."I can't." He doesn't look away from her. "What if I miss something?""She's sleeping.""She might stop sleeping."I watch him for a moment—this man who has terrified wolves twice his size, who led a pack of exiles through wars and losses and the dissolution of the most powerful governing body in our regi
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Chapter: Chapter 194 – Ember RisingRyder POV 6:23 AMThe cry cuts through everything. Through the blown-out light fixtures and the cracked windows and the brightness that's been burning in my eyes for hours. Through Shadow's frantic pacing inside me and the sound of my own blood and the grip of Jolie's hand so tight the bones have been grinding for the last hour. Through every terrifying moment of the last nine months and the years before that.One sound. Small and furious and utterly, completely alive. My daughter's voice and for the first time I heard it.Doc is moving—calm and quick, the way Doc does everything—and Jolie is still gasping and crying and laughing all at once, and I can't look away from the small, squirming, silver-tinged thing that Doc places on Jolie's chest with careful, certain hands."Healthy baby girl," he says, and his voice is thick in a way I've never heard from Doc, which tells me more than the words do.She's tiny. She's impossibly, terrifyingly small, fitting against Jolie's chest with roo
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Chapter: Chapter 193 – Into the FireJolie POV 2:47 AM — Full MoonThe water breaks with light. Not a slow seep—an explosion of light that floods the room and blazes through the cabin windows and wakes the compound faster than any alarm could. I hear it before I fully process what's happening: the sound of wolves rousing, voices, boots on the path outside. The full moon overhead and the moonfire inside me responding to each other in a way they haven't yet, frequency matching frequency, and somewhere in my chest my daughter announces herself.Ryder has the bag. I don't know when he grabbed it—sometime in the three seconds between my water breaking and us being in motion. His arm is around me, his voice against my hair: "I've got you," low and steady, and under the steadiness is everything he's been carrying for weeks and I love him for not letting it show.We make it two steps into the path and the next contraction arrives and I grip his arm and breathe and the moonfire cracks outward from my hands.Knox comes out of the
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