Lahat ng Kabanata ng A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

RonanAs soon as I see Calla in that tight, shiny black dress, my whole system short-circuits. She looks nothing like the nerd I’ve gotten used to teasing all the time— gone is the baggy hoodie, the books clutched like a shield. This version of her… her curves hugged by that fabric, those legs on display, that soft skin reflecting the moonlight — it does something to me.Her scent hits me first. Not just her natural smell that drives me feral, but a fruity cologne clinging to her skin, teasing my senses, mixing with the salt of the night air and whatever leftover pheromones are floating from the crowd. It’s fucking torture.My chest tightens. Every inhale hurts. My wolf, Darko, claws at the walls of my mind, growling low and angry, demanding what he thinks is already his.I shouldn't be reacting like this.Not here. Not now. Not when I’m already losing control.Sasha’s voice cuts through the crowd beside me, dragging her nails down my arm like she owns me, but I don’t even look at her

RonanKael, my Gamma's voice cuts into my skull through the mindlink, sharp and urgent.*Alpha, we need you now. The pack’s under attack. Unknown invaders. We’re holding them off for now, but—*I don’t wait for him to finish. I jolt upright in bed, blanket hitting the floor. My heart’s already hammering before I swing my legs off the mattress. The air in the room shifts. A beat later, Casen bursts in, eyes glowing gold, shirtless, breath ragged.“You got that too?” he asks, voice low and grim, already reaching for his boots.“Yeah,” I mutter, dragging on my jeans. “They don’t know who it is, but they’re coordinated. This isn’t some rogue scuffle.”“Shit,” Casen hisses. He throws on a jacket, then pauses. “We shifting or going human?”“I don’t know if I can,” I admit, pulling on my coat. “I haven’t shifted in months, Casen.”He doesn’t say anything to that. Just watch me, and for a second there’s pity in his eyes. I hate that. But then he nods and slaps a hand on my shoulder.“Doesn’t

CallaI had to be in the library early this morning, I did nothing yesterday... wallowing in self pity all through because of a kiss. I know someone’s behind me.It's that heavy kind of presence that presses between your shoulder blades, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight like a sensor gone off. I try not to turn immediately, but when I reach the edge of the building and pivot toward the science wing, I glance over my shoulder.Yup.There he is.The same guy Ronan fought with after the season match— tall, cocky, shoulders squared like he owns the whole damn school. Wyatt, that’s his name. I didn’t know much about him before that fight. Still don’t. But something about him sets off the same warning bells as when a stray dog starts growling from across the street.I keep walking. Maybe he’ll just... vanish.But then I hear him.“You always walk this fast or are you trying to escape me?” he calls out, his tone a mixture of amusement and something more sly.I stop. T

RonanWe’re supposed to be training.That was the plan, at least — a quick midnight run through the woods, just the team shifting, releasing steam before our next match. No humans, no distractions, just fur and paws and the rhythm of our pack running as one.But nothing ever stays simple when Wyatt’s around.The scent of Blackridge Pack was already thick in the air when we arrived. I should’ve known, seeing how he's been hovering around Calla since the first day he perceived my scent on her.I’m probably the only one who didn’t think it was a good idea letting the bastard off the hook that day.And I’m right.Because the moment Wyatt locks eyes with me across the clearing, I know it’s not just about a friendly run. His wolf is coiled tight, hackles slightly raised. I can feel his restraint like a warning—one meant only for me.He wants a fight.I shift easily, letting my wolf take over, bones snapping and reshaping until fur takes over skin. I land on all fours with a low growl vibrat

CallaRonan has this way of appearing wherever I am, like some annoyingly persistent shadow. It’s not even subtle anymore.Today, it’s the library again. I’m halfway through a stack of microbiology notes when his tall frame blocks the light from the window. His voice drops into that irritatingly casual tone.“How’s the bruise from your last fall?”I look up, squinting. “I didn’t fall.” My voice is flat, because we both know where this is going. “Your girlfriend pushed me. You might want to keep her on a leash. I don’t want Sasha’s trouble.”He has the nerve to grin, as if this is some kind of joke.This is the second time he’s hunted me down here, and it’s obvious he’s not even pretending to read anymore. The first time, he had a random textbook open upside down. Now, his hands are empty.“What are you even doing here?” I ask, flipping a page louder than necessary.“Public space,” he says, leaning on the back of the chair across from me. “I’m allowed to exist.”“Then go exist somewher