Fake Dating The Alpha Hockey Player

Kaidora's POV I yank my hands away from Zane's manhood like I've been burned, but the damage is already done. The laughter in the air doesn't die down, and I can feel every pair of eyes boring into me. My face is burning from pure, seething rage. “Oh, my goodness. Did you see that?” Serena snickers, her voice dripping with mockery. “The little wolfless omega is getting desperate.” “Pathetic,” her friend chimes in, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. “As if Zane would ever look twice at something like her.” My jaw clenches so hard I'm surprised my teeth don't crack. Something like her? As if I'm beneath them. As if these monsters have any right to look down on me. I want to scream at them. I want to tell them exactly what I think of their precious Zane and every other werewolf in this cursed place. I want to remind them that they are nothing but animals playing dress-up in human skin. But I can't. Because I'm supposed to be weak and submissive to them. So I do what I've

Zane's POV Alpha Rowan's words freeze me in place, causing ice to instantly replace the blood in my veins. Warren. My rival on the ice, my competitor for everything that should be mine by birthright. The son of my father's second mate who's always lurking in my shadow, waiting for me to fail. “Warren? You can't be serious?” I ask my father, because he can't actually be. “I’m perfectly serious.” His smile is cruel. “Your stepbrother has proven himself more capable and dedicated. He doesn't carry whatever curse has weakened your wolf. Perhaps he deserves what you've taken for granted all these years.” My chest burns with fury, but I dare not show it. I'd been the one training so hard for the Alpha position. And all Warren did was nothing, except waiting for me to fail. Yet, he's getting the Alpha position? Just because he's lucky not to carry the damn lineage curse? “Three weeks,” Alpha Rowan repeats. “Find your mate. Claim her. Or lose everything. Do I make myself clear?” I forc

Kaidora's POV My heart doesn't stop racing with the choice I'd just made. With what I’d just agreed to with Zane Grayson. A werewolf who's meant to be my enemy. The future Alpha. The son of one of the most ruthless Alphas in the region. I lie in my bed the moment I step into my room. Thankfully, Amber hasn't gotten home yet. Every moment from the evening replays in my head. The way Zane looked at me under the old tree. The certainty in his voice when he called me human. The electric shock that ran through me when I touched his arm. What the hell was that? I've touched plenty of werewolves in the past six months. Accidental brushes in hallways, handshakes during introductions, even a few shoves from bullies like Serena, but none of them felt like that. None of them made my skin burn and my heart raced like I'd been struck by lightning. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force the memory away. It doesn't matter what that was. It can't matter, because in three weeks, this fake relat

Zane's POVI know I shouldn't have done that. The rational part of my brain, the part that's supposed to think like a future Alpha, is screaming at me that I just made a massive mistake. We were supposed to ease into this. Start slowly and let people see us together gradually until it seems natural.Instead, I just claimed Kaudora in front of Serena Kane and half the hallway. By now, the entire campus knows.But when I saw Serena's claws on Kaidora's throat earlier, something inside me snapped.Darko lost it and I could barely hold him back. The rage that flooded through me was so intense I nearly shifted right there in the hallway. My wolf wanted blood, wanted to rip Sienna apart for daring to touch what's ours.Except Kaidora isn't ours. She's human. This is fake, an arrangement.So why does my wolf refuse to believe that?“Where are we going?” Kaidora asks, yanking me back to reality.I realize I'm still walking, though I have no idea where I'm heading. My phone is vibrating nonsto

Kaidora's POV I drop my head into my hands. This is getting out of control. I've been here less than a day as Zane's fake girlfriend and I'm already losing my only friend.My phone buzzes again, and against my better judgment, I check it.Unknown number: Practice at 4. Don't forget. Right! Hockey practice, where I'm supposed to sit and watch like a supportive girlfriend while probably being stared at by hundreds of people.I check the time. 3:47 PM.Thirteen minutes to get to the rink.I should skip it. I should go back to my dorm and figure out how to salvage this disaster. But Zane asked me to come. He said Warren, his well known stepbrother, would be there and needed to know I'm “off-limits.”Something about the way he said Warren's name bothers me. Like there's a history there. Like Warren is more than just a rival stepbrother to him. Curiosity wins at last. I grab my bag and head for the arena.****The rink is already packed when I arrive. Apparently, everyone decided that to