Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse

By the time training finally ended, every single part of my body ached with exhaustion and pain that ran deep into my muscles and bones. My arms throbbed from the endless drills, and my legs felt so weak they might give out beneath me at any moment. There was still dried mud caked on my clothes, and a fresh bruise was already forming along my ribs from where Brandon had shoved me hard during one of the exercises. Nobody had bothered to check if I was okay afterward, not even the instructors. Nobody ever did. I walked slowly through the pack grounds with my head down, avoiding any eye contact as I made my way toward the Alpha House. Today I was supposed to have dinner with my so-called ‘family,’ though the thought alone made my stomach twist uncomfortably. The largest house in the entire pack stood proudly on a hill, overlooking the whole territory like a symbol of power. Most wolves thought it was beautiful, grand, and impressive—a place anyone would feel lucky to live in. I used t

The entire pack was celebrating tognight! banners hanging brightly across the pack square, and music blasting from large speakers set up around the open field. Food stalls lined the edges, their delicious aromas mingling with the excitement, while children ran around wearing Damon jerseys, their laughter echoing. Every conversation seemed to circle back to one thing—the championship game, the winning goal, and the future Alpha himself. Damon. I stood near the entrance, already regretting my decision to come out tonight. Crowds had never been my thing, especially not ones filled with wolves who enjoyed making my life miserable at every opportunity. “Smile,” my mother’s voice came from beside me, pulling me back to the moment. I looked at her. She had spent extra time getting ready, her elegant dress catching the lights, and for once, she looked genuinely happy and relaxed. “It’s a celebration, Elliot.” I forced a small, tight smile. “I’m trying.” She sighed softly. “You spen

Damon POVThe celebration should have been perfect.We had won the biggest game of the season.Scouts had attended.Sponsors had attended.The entire pack was celebrating.Everything had gone exactly the way it was supposed to.So why couldn’t I shake the feeling that something was wrong?I stood near the edge of the celebration, half-listening to another conversation about the championship.My teammates were laughing.Pack members kept congratulating me.Everyone wanted my attention.Normally, I could handle it.Tonight, it felt exhausting.My wolf was restless.Agitated.Distracted.I hated it.“Damon.”I turned to find my father approaching.“You should be enjoying yourself.”“I am.”He raised an eyebrow.“You don’t look like it.”I didn’t answer.Because the truth was, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.Ever since arriving at the celebration, something had felt… off.Like I was waiting for something.Searching for something.Or someone.I shook the thought away.My father eventuall

Damon POV We’re just getting started. The words had barely left my mouth before I flipped Elliot onto his stomach. He gasped, pushing back against me instinctively, his body already begging. The scent of his heat was thicker now, sweet and addictive, driving my Alpha instincts into overdrive. I gripped his hips hard, pulling him up onto his knees so his ass was presented perfectly for me. Slick glistened on his thighs. I rubbed the head of my cock against his entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle. “Damon…” he moaned, voice hoarse. “Tell me you want this,” I growled, leaning over his back. My chest pressed against him, lips brushing his ear. “Tell me you want your Alpha to fuck you.” “I want it,” he whimpered. “Please… I need you inside me.” That was all I needed. I thrust forward in one hard stroke, burying myself deep. Elliot cried out, body clenching around me like a vice. He was so fucking tight, so hot, so perfect. The mate bond flared brighter, pleasure and co

Damon POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth. For the first time in years, I had not woken up thinking about hockey practice, Alpha training, pack responsibilities, sponsorship meetings, or the endless expectations hanging over my head. Instead, I woke up with someone pressed against my chest, their soft breaths fanning across my skin as the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Elliot. My arms were wrapped around him. His body was curled against mine as if he belonged there. As if he had always belonged there. For several moments, I simply stared at him. Neither of us had any clothes on. The blanket had slipped low during the night, exposing his pale skin. My eyes drifted over him and stopped at the marks covering his neck, shoulders, and chest. Every single one of them belonged to me. A strange feeling settled inside my chest. Peace. Real peace. Not the temporary satisfaction of winning a game. Not t