Claimed By The Alpha Captain

Sera POV~The air changed the moment I stepped out onto the sideline.I didn’t know how or why, but something about the rink felt different—charged, heavier. The crowd wasn’t there yet, the bleachers were still empty, and yet the tension in the space was louder than any cheering. Like something under the surface was vibrating, waiting to break. I wrapped my fingers tighter around the clipboard Coach Renner had handed me, not because I needed it but because it gave me something to hold onto. Something real. Something grounded.The team was already skating. Black and gray jerseys sliced across the ice like wolves let loose. Their speed was unreal. Their coordination, lethal. I’d worked with athletes before, but this? This wasn’t just discipline and training—it was instinct. It was raw, aggressive energy that moved like it was being pulled by some invisible thread through the ice. I stood there, eyes tracking the puck, the shifts, the rotation of the lines, and tried to look like I wasn’

Sera POV~“You don’t smell like a regular human,” he said finally. “You don’t smell like a wolf either. You’re something else.”The clipboard nearly slipped from my hands.I covered it with a sarcastic snort. “Cool. So now I’m a walking mystery. Add that to my resume.”Nico didn’t smile.He just walked away.And I stood there, pulse thudding behind my ears, replaying his words over and over.Something else.The dry-erase board squeaked as I drew out the zone entry diagram.Three arrows, red circles, two “X” marks, and a big blocky #17 in the neutral zone.The boys weren’t listening at first.Some of them were laughing behind gloves. Some were checking their phones under the bench. One guy in the corner was literally sniffing his protein shake like it offended him.And Blaze?Blaze was pretending to fall asleep—head tipped back, mouth slightly open, one hand dramatically resting on his chest like he’d fainted from boredom.I didn’t raise my voice.I just flicked the marker cap back on

~Sera’s POV~The sun hadn’t even risen when I rolled out of bed, heart already racing like I was mid-sprint.I’d slept maybe two hours. Maybe less. If you could call it sleep.I’d seen his eyes every time I closed mine.Not just glowing. Burning.Not just warning me to stay away. Begging me to.But that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was the damn mark.I pulled up my sleeve again for the third time in five minutes.Still there.Faint, yes, but distinct. The shape of it was unmistakable now—a bite mark, soft and shallow, ringed in a gentle gold light like it was stitched beneath my skin. Not painful. Just… hot. Alive.I touched it. The heat pulsed in answer.Like it knew I was thinking about him.I jumped back from the mirror and forced a breath through gritted teeth.“You’re fine,” I muttered. “You’re fine. You’re not… whatever the hell this is.”I didn’t have time for this.Today was game day.First real match. Real stakes. Real pressure.And no matter what Dante’s glowy-eyed