Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hockey Alpha's Forbidden Flame - A stepbrother romance : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

BlakeI knock on my father’s office door. “Come in,” he calls out from behind it. I open the door and walk in. He is sitting at his rosewood desk with a laptop open on it. He has two large screens and glances up at me. His eyes appear troubled.“Thanks for coming, I know you have a hectic schedule, Blake,” he says with a certain weariness in his voice that I am not used to hearing. Usually, he is bold and confident.“Troubles, Dad?” He motions for me to take a seat in one of the two tan, leather chairs he has in front of the desk. The afternoon sun glints through his large windows almost casting a glow on him. He looks almost ethereal. Weird, I never would have used those words to refer to my father like that.I take a seat and cross one leg over the other at a right angle, resting my ankle on my left knee. “You can say that. We have some serious issues with the rogues. So far, nothing too major that we can’t handle. A couple of bars have been busted up and there have been fights brea

BlakeDinner was good, you know us all sitting down like a proper family and not Roxy and I bickering and kicking each other under the table, or creating a frosty atmosphere as we ignore each other and draw daggers at each other.I watched as she ate and wished that her lips were on my cock not on the fork she kept sliding in and out of her mouth.We kept talk light. Father didn’t want to discuss the rogue situation, he said at dinner was not the place that is what his office and office hours are for. To be fair to my father, he rarely used to discuss business at the table.We talked about my thoughts on the hockey game tomorrow night in Boston and Roxy’s career. She told me, rather all of us that she has planned not to go to Tibet. She wants to be close to home in case anything happens, but mostly to be here for her mother. Roxy also mentioned that when her mom goes to California for the clinical trials, she wants to go with her for a few weeks.God, I’m going to miss her. The mere t

BlakeI am exhausted but in a good way. We were at it like bunny rabbits nearly all through the night. Even I can feel the shift between us that Roxy has talked about. It’s like we are fused together in our minds, bodies and souls. I have this urge to take care of Roxy and never allow anything to harm her. And I can’t stop thinking about her having a swollen belly and carrying my cubs.It's already four thirty in the morning and we haven’t been asleep for long. Roxy is snoring lightly beside me and making these kinds of blowing bubbles sound. It is fucking adorable; I can tell you. The room is dark since the moon isn’t gracing us tonight and I have no soft lightning on. However, with my wolf eyes and our superpowers, I can see the outline of her face. The way her hair spills over my pillows and the delicate tilt of her nose. I want to kiss it but mustn’t. Roxy might wake and I don’t want that.She’ll be tired enough in the morning. And I really ought to get some sleep, hell I have to b

BlakeThe stadium is roaring like a pride of lions. I can feel it vibrating in my chest. The people and crowds are going nuts. And for once we have got a resounding welcome here in Boston. Which surprises me since normally we get a bad reception. Sure, our fans travel all around with us, God only knows how they can afford to. However, they are loyal and for that we are eternally grateful. It makes me want to be a better player.But Boston home crowd usually do not cheer for us, especially since we always end up in fights on the ice. Yeah, it’s fucked up. A couple of their Russian players don’t like some of our players. And who always gets caught in the middle? You guessed it. Me. Normally I am the one who intervenes. Hell, if you think I’m gonna stand by and watch one of my players get it in the jaw on the ice, or anywhere for that matter, it ain’t happening.I know we are physically stronger, we are all shifters and our strength is something a human could not even aspire to have. Yet

BlakeThe game continues and I am as mad as hell. Who the hell is Alexei and what was he saying. I need to find out from that asshole. There is clearly no doubt in my mind that he is like us, a shifter, a werewolf who can transcend from one form to the next. But what is he doing in Boston? Sure, I know he was drafted but there are no packs roaming around in Boston. And trust me when I say, usually a wolf only goes to where there is a pack. Safety in numbers is high on our agenda, being protected by a pack around you is important to us and the community. So, yeah that begs the question why Boston? Perhaps he is a lone wolf and has been kicked out of his pack.The man is all stature and height and width. It strikes me that he must be an Alpha. Ordinarily, I would never want a game to end. No matter how painful and tired my legs are or how shaky from exertion on the ice I get, I love being here. Listening to my skates as they glide, the adrenaline pumping through my veins is everything t