All Chapters of A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CallaI twist and turn on the familiar feel of my mattress, my eyes still groggy. I feel like I was beaten in my sleep by a hundred men. I sit up, my neck stiff and tight, and try to ease the tension.“Are you alive, Cal?” I hear Ava’s voice from her room.“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”“Well, you collapsed in the bathroom last night,” she says, now leaning on the frame of my bedroom door, her arms folded across her chest.“Ah.” I instantly recall the pain from last night — it was so intense I had to lie down on the bathroom floor.“I literally dragged your dead body back to bed. Jeez, don’t scare me like that again… I was crying my eyes out until you called my name and then went back to sleep. You were shivering.”Ah. That explains why I’m in a hoodie.“Sorry… I felt so sick,” I say as I step into the bathroom before I pee on myself.Ava’s already holding the needle when I walk back in, like she’s been dying to stab me all morning.“Sit,” she says without looking up. She’s wearing her la

RonanAt school, Sasha wears a tight red top and slides into my seat in class like she’s still my girl. She tosses her hair like it’s a weapon and flashes a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.I lean back in my chair and don’t say a word.She acts like yesterday never happened. Like I didn’t tell her it’s over. Like she still owns some piece of me I forgot to claim back. She drapes her arm across the back of my chair and angles her body toward me in full view of everyone.Typical Sasha moves, claim the spotlight, act unbothered, make it seem like she’s the one in control.Then she spots Calla.She’s not alone this time. Blaire’s with her as usual, dragging her around like she’s a lost puppy. Honestly, if Blaire wasn’t Casen’s mate, I doubt Calla would even be walking down this hallway.Calla hesitates at the edge of the room, like she’s second-guessing everything. Her hand grips her bag tighter, eyes flicking from me to Sasha, then quickly away.Blaire doesn’t let her stall for long. S

Calla“Blaire,” I mutter as we step onto the porch of the Icewolves team house. “This is dumb. I shouldn’t be here.”She stops halfway to the door and turns around, giving me that look — the one that says she’s about two seconds from dragging me by the hair if I keep whining. “It’s not a cult, Calla. It’s a house.”“Full of hockey guys.”“Hot hockey guys.”“Exactly.”She groans. “You’re so dramatic. You act like they’re gonna start growling and throwing pucks at you.”“I just… I don’t belong here, okay?” I hitch my tote bag higher on my shoulder and take a step back. “I’ll wait in the car or something. Just go in, get whatever you came for, and I’ll be outside—”“Yeah, no,” she cuts me off, already grabbing my arm and pulling me forward. “You’re coming in. You’ve been buried in books all week. This is exposure therapy.”“I didn’t agree to be exposed.”“And yet, here you are,” she says cheerfully, pushing the door open like she owns the place. “Behold! Testosterone land.”I hesitate at

CallaIt’s already dark when I step out of the library, hugging my books to my chest. The air is cooler now, brushing against my skin like soft fingertips, and the campus is practically a ghost town. Just a few flickering lampposts, the sound of my own shoes tapping the pavement, and the faint mechanical hum of the vending machine near the science block. My head’s heavy from reading too much, and I keep adjusting my shoulder bag because it’s cutting into my skin. I should’ve left earlier. I should’ve just told those girls I was too busy to help.But no. I offered to assist. I just didn’t offer to do the entire assignment for them.I’m halfway across the parking lot when I hear the giggles first. That high-pitched, mean-girl kind of laughter that instantly sets my nerves on fire. I slow down, and just like clockwork, they step out from behind the building like they’ve been waiting.“Hey nerd queen,” Maia croons, leaning against the bike rack like she owns the place.I try to walk past

RonanWe hit the ice like a goddamn storm. Today will determine if we qualify for the tournament. I should be bothered cos i'm not even as strong as I am supposed to, still...there's no losing!The sound of blades slicing across frozen ground echoes in my skull. The roar of the crowd is distant, a muffled thump against the drumbeat of my pulse. My hands curl tighter around my stick as I skate into position, eyes scanning the opposing team’s line-up. The minute my gaze lands on their captain—Mason Kelt—they lock eyes with me.I smirk.Poor bastard doesn’t even know what’s coming.“Let’s rip them apart,” Casen mutters next to me, jaw clenched, eyes already reading the defense line like it’s written in braille.We bump fists. The ref drops the puck.The game begins.First minute’s all blood and chaos. Blackbear goes in hard. Kelt tries to push back, but I check him into the boards so hard it rattles the glass. My shoulder’s still buzzing from impact when I steal the puck from their left