Faking it with the Grumpy NHL Alpha
Flora Morgan lost everything in one day.
Her boyfriend dumped her on live television for another woman. Minutes later, she was fired from her dream job over an embezzlement scandal she knew nothing about.
Now she’s drowning in debt, public humiliation, and a reputation that may never recover.
Then she meets Tyler Sinclair.
The NHL’s most feared player. Cold, arrogant and tattooed. The man the media calls The Devil on Ice.
Tyler offers her a deal, fake date him, and he’ll compensate her monetarily and with a brand deal any woman would kill for.
She refuses.
But after one reckless night and one humiliating mistake, Flora finds herself trapped in Tyler Sinclair’s world anyway—a world filled with cameras, obsession, jealousy, and ruthless rivalries.
And the more their fake relationship convinces the world, the more dangerous it becomes for both of them.
Because Tyler has enemies waiting for him to lose control and somewhere between the lies, the headlines, and everything in between.
They’re forgetting this was never supposed to be real.
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Chapter: Chapter 012***LEAVE. NOW.***Tyler's POVI needed air. Or at least a moment away from that circus at the table. Allie’s nostalgia, Megan’s sharp little jabs, and Flora showing up looking like she’d robbed a Victorian funeral home—it was too much. I excused myself and headed down the long hallway toward the private dressing rooms.That girl.The thought kept circling in my head. When she’d first walked up to the table in that ridiculous black velvet dress with the high collar and dark lipstick, I’d nearly laughed out loud even though it creeped the shit out of me. She looked like a goth doll that had escaped a haunted house. The cross necklace, the silver rings, the way she kept chewing that gum like she was trying to seduce a vampire—it was absurd. Completely over the top.And yet…My mind betrayed me. Beneath all that dark makeup and dramatic lace, Flora actually looked good. The corset pushed her chest up in a way that was impossible to ignore. The dress hugged her waist and hips, accentuati
Last Updated: 2026-06-05
Chapter: Chapter 011***FAILURE SERVED IN BLACK***Flora's POVTyler clearly looked irritated. His jaw tightened, and he gave her the smallest nod possible without pulling away. His gaze shifted across the room for a brief moment, landing on an older couple watching them with proud, approving smiles. The same man and woman from that old Instagram photo. His parents. They were flashing him encouraging looks, as if this was exactly what they wanted to see.Who is she? I wondered, my chest tightening. And why did she look so comfortable touching Tyler like that? Like she had every right to be in his space?“Who’s this?” the woman asked, turning her sharp, perfectly made-up eyes on me. She tilted her head slightly, studying my full gothic ensemble with mild curiosity and a hint of amusement. “She looks new. I mean, I know you don’t keep many people in your circle, Tyler.”The entire table went silent. Everybody’s gaze shifted to Tyler—Sean with his signature smirk, the two other massive players leaning for
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Chapter: Chapter 010***GOTHIC GALA***Flora's POVWhat the heavenly fuck?I stared at the phone screen shoved inches from my face, my eyebrows knitted together so tightly it almost hurt. The picture staring back at me was...something else. A woman dressed head to toe in full gothic glory—all black clothes clinging to her body, jet-black hair falling straight like a curtain, heavy dark eyeliner that could cut glass, deep black lipstick, a chunky silver cross necklace, and knuckle rings that looked like something that came from thanos finger.Hell.She looked like she’d stepped out of a Tim Burton movie.The curly-haired girl pulled her phone back with a proud little smirk. “Trust me, it works. Guys like that — cold, distant, alpha types — they lose their minds over the gothic vibe. It’s the mystery. The whole ‘don’t touch me I’m dangerous’ energy.”Another girl with blonde hair leaned forward, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Exactly. You’ve got to sell it hard. You’ve got to have your boobs out, chew yo
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Chapter: Chapter 009***WHAT THE HEAVENLY FUCK?*** Flora's POV “I’ve got an idea,” Lucille said, her eyes lighting up with that familiar chaotic sparkle as the last stragglers from the crowd brushed past us, the night air cool against my flushed skin. I turned to face her fully, my chest still tight from Tyler’s cold rejection and Sean’s mocking laughter echoing in my head. Something inside me finally snapped. “You know what, Lucille?” I said slowly, lifting my chin as I squared my shoulders. “ I love you very much, but I’m done.” “Done?” Lucille's gaze fixed on me, her eyebrows raising softly. “I’m completely done playing the nice girl who lets everyone walk all over her.” I said, my fists clenching in resolve. “I’m going to do things my way from now. I'm going after Tyler. I’m winning that stupid bet, getting my car back, and proving to every single one of them that I’ve always been ‘that’ girl.” Lucille stared at me for a second, then her grin broke wide across her face. She grabbed both my arms
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Chapter: Chapter 008***QUEEN OF MISCHIEF*** Tyler's POV “Well… well… well. If it isn’t the dork of the century.” I glanced over my shoulder as I skated toward the tunnel, the towel still draped around my neck. The voice belonged to our new signing—Sean Ferrars—gliding across the ice with that cocky fucking swagger. His eyes were locked on the blonde girl from earlier. Flora. Her face contracted into a frown like they had some kind of history. Not my fucking problem. I couldn’t care less about either of them. I pushed through the locker room door, the heavy slam echoing behind me. The win still hummed in my veins—that last goal had been pure dominance, the puck slamming into the net as the clock hit zero. I was the Devil on Ice for a reason. But the girl’s desperate little approach in the tunnel had soured the high. Hi Ty. You were moving like the ice belonged to you. What a pathetic load of bullshit. I stripped off my sweaty jersey, muscles burning pleasantly from the game, and tossed it into m
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Chapter: Chapter 007***DEAL IS OFFF THE TABLE***Flora's POVI dragged the phone from Lucille, zooming the picture.My eyes widened in shock. It was truly him.I slumped back in my seat, head in my hands. “This can’t be happening. Megan’s brother is Tyler Sinclair? The same Tyler I turned down like an idiot three days ago?”Lucille was already deep in his profile, scrolling with that mischievous glint in her eye. “Damn, Flo. Look at this. Mr. Devil on Ice doesn’t play around. No thirst traps with girls, no soft launch dates, not even a suspicious ‘just friends’ post. It’s all hockey, workouts, and brooding Alpha stares. This man has the emotional range of a brick wall.”She wasn't wrong. His page was all hockey, workouts, and charity events. Not a single woman in sight.“What am I supposed to do?” I groaned, my voice cracking. “Winning this bet clearly won’t be possible. Seduce Tyler Sinclair? Get him to kiss me and claim me publicly in seven days?”Lucille kept scrolling, humming thoughtfully, her joke
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Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé
“The things I want to do to you…” his voice dropped, rough and low.
I smiled, daring him. “Do it. I dare you, Daddy.”
A flicker of danger crossed his eyes. “Vieni qui, amore mio.” Come here, my love.
And just like that, I forgot every reason I was supposed to stay away.
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Have you ever fallen in love with your mother’s fiancé—only to discover he craves you too? Sin, right?
Yeah, that’s me. Melissa Spencer.
A college student, an aspiring photographer, and an anonymous erotica writer by night.
Having Ben Gavin… the billionaire hockey captain and CEO of the world’s top team—as my stepdad was enough to keep me on edge.
Craving his touch? That’s another level of sin.
When financial ruin forces my mother and me into his penthouse, I swear I can resist him.
But things only get worse when his dangerously charming son vows to claim me too.
Now I’m caught between a hot hockey stepdad, a sexy F1 racer stepbrother, and an obsessed ex-biker boyfriend.
What happens when I find out everyone’s been living a double life—including my own mother?
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Chapter: Final EpilogueTen Years LaterThe Next GenerationThird Person POVThe front door of the brownstone opened before anyone could knock.A little girl stood there, all wild dark curls and enormous blue eyes. She was wearing a princess dress that was on backwards, one shoe on, one shoe missing, and what looked like marker all over her hands.“MATEO!” she shrieked with pure joy.The boy on the doorstep straightened immediately. All of six years old but standing with the posture of a soldier. Dark hair perfectly combed. Dressed in a small button-down shirt and neat pants.He looked exactly like his father. Same serious expression. Same careful control.In his hands, he held a small bouquet of daisies. Slightly crushed from the walk over.“Hello, Luna,” he said formally. Then, with great ceremony, he held out the flowers. “These are for you.”Luna Hayes-Cross squealed. Grabbed the flowers with both marker-stained hands. Several petals fell immediately.“They’re SO PRETTY! Mateo, you’re the BEST! Come see
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Chapter: Chapter 160Epilogue - Part TwoI Love YouMelissa’s POVMelissa stood at the window, watching Kane’s car disappear into the night.The party continued behind her. Music. Laughter. People were celebrating.But she felt… hollow.Aria was gone. Off with Kane to finally live the life she deserved.And Gavin hadn’t come.She’d told herself it was fine. That she didn’t need him here. That two years of distance meant she was okay on her own.But watching Aria leave in Kane’s arms…God, she missed him.Melissa pressed her forehead against the cool glass. Closed her eyes.“Gavin,” she whispered. “I miss you.”The words felt like a confession. An admission of something she’d been denying for two years.She missed him. Wanted him and more than ther she needed him.And maybe…maybe…she was finally ready to admit it.Behind her, someone turned the music up. The bass vibrated through the floor.Melissa pushed away from the window. She should go back inside. Celebrate with her classmates. Enjoy this moment.But
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Chapter: Chapter 159Epilogue - Part OneComing HomeAria’s POVThe music was too loud. The lights were too bright. And Aria was exactly drunk enough not to care.She laughed as Melissa spun her around on the makeshift dance floor of their tiny apartment. They’d pushed all the furniture against the walls. Invited half their graduating class. Someone had brought a speaker that was definitely going to get them noise complaints.But they’d graduated.Actually, officially graduated.So screw the neighbors.“More champagne!” someone shouted.A bottle appeared although it was cheap stuff that tasted like fizzy regret. Aria didn’t care. Just took a swig straight from the bottle.Melissa grabbed it from her. “Share, Martinez!”“Get your own!” But Aria was laughing. Spinning. Feeling lighter than she had in years.Two years of late nights. Early mornings. Crying over assignments. Supporting each other through therapy. Through nightmares. Through the slow, painful process of becoming whole again.And they’d done it
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Chapter: Chapter 158Third Person POV The ringing pulled Melissa from sleep.It was distant at first. Then it got louder and more insistent.She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand. Squinted at the screen with blurry eyes.3:47 AM.Gavin’s name glowed in the darkness.Her heart lurched. Nothing good ever came from 3 AM phone calls.She answered. “Hello?”“Melissa.” His voice was tight. “Get dressed. We need to see your mom.”She sat up immediately. Panic flooding through her system.“Is something wrong?”A pause. Too long.“Just get dressed. I’m outside.”The line went dead.Melissa stared at the phone for a moment. Then scrambled out of bed.She dressed quickly in the dark. Jeans. Sweater. Her cast made everything awkward but she managed.Aria appeared in the doorway. Half-asleep. Confused.“Mel? What’s happening?”“It’s my mom. Something’s wrong. I have to…”“Go.” Aria was immediately alert. “Do you want me to come with you?”“No. Stay. Sleep. I’ll text you.”Melissa grabbed her jacket and shoved h
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Chapter: Chapter 157Third Person POV The apartment was tiny.A one-bedroom in a building that had seen better days. The walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors arguing. The radiator clanked at odd hours. The kitchen was barely large enough for one person, let alone two.But it was theirs.No guards. No security cameras. No reminders of compounds or empires or blood-stained marble floors.Just a small apartment in Brooklyn with mismatched furniture from IKEA and windows that actually opened.Freedom.Melissa stood in the living room, looking around at the chaos. Moving boxes were still stacked against one wall. Aria’s art supplies had taken over the corner near the window. A second-hand couch they’d found on Craigslist dominated the space.It was perfect.“I think the bookshelf is crooked,” Aria called from across the room. She was on her knees, trying to level the cheap furniture they’d assembled together. “Hand me that little wrench thing.”Melissa picked up the Allen key from the floor. Walked ov
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Chapter: Chapter 156Third Person POV The federal holding facility was underground.Gavin walked through the corridors with Kane beside him. His limp was barely noticeable now. Three weeks of healing had done wonders.But his face was stone. There was no expression there. It looked like it was carved from stone.The smile that occasionally appeared around Melissa was completely gone.The guard leading them stopped at a reinforced door. “He’s in here. You have twenty minutes.”“Leave us,” Gavin said.“Sir, protocol requires…”“Leave. Us.” Gavin’s voice was quiet. Absolute.The guard looked at Kane. Kane’s expression was equally cold.“Twenty minutes,” the guard repeated. Then he walked away. His footsteps echoing down the corridor.Kane opened the door.The room beyond was small and bare. A single table bolted to the floor. A camera in the corner with red light blinking.And in a wheelchair, wearing a pure white prison jumpsuit, sat Stephan.He looked different.Thinner. Paler. His face was gaunt. Dark ci
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