All Chapters of A Rival for the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Riven.“What did you just say?” I asked, my eyes wide in surprise.He leaned his upper body, bending towards my face, his breath fanning my face. “I said, you are not coming inside my room until you tell me why you are here...” His eyes scanned me up and down. “Dressed like... this,” he whispered with a mocking face.Okay, I knew how stupid this guy could be. And if I kept this energy, it would be detrimental to me.I never knew who may see me standing here, and boom! That’s how rumours start. ‘Alpha Riven sneaks to a gay guy’s room late at night.’I couldn’t afford that.Also, there’s no way I’m telling this jerk I came here just to see him.My face tightened. My hands slid into the pockets of my pants.“You have been avoiding your training, and we need to talk.”He chuckled low. “Oh... that shifting thing?” he asked, stepping away from the door.“Come inside,” he said, already turning his back to me and walking back inside.My mouth watered.My eyes glued to the perfect build of his

Stiles.I was seated in the waiting room. I turned my wrist, checking the watch on my hand, and it was already… 7 p.m.Grey wasn't here yet.I should probably just wait for a little more time before I decide what next to do.A memory flashed in my head — the look on his face when I said I wanted him. Funny.He looked so fragile, and so innocent — a stark opposite of the Sthor family.The Sthors are known to be fierce, heartless, fearless. But him, nothing like them.First of all, I wasn't about to take advantage of his innocence and fragile nature. No.I just wanted to keep him around. For two purposes.First, because he was cute. He was good-looking. And uhm… should I say attractive? Yes. I was attracted to him.I mean, look at him. He looks good. So good. So… keeping him around for a while won't be that bad.But my main purpose was because of Sky.Yeah. You heard me right.Sky.He was the sole purpose of me keeping Grey around.Suddenly, I heard footsteps. One short and draggy, the

Stiles.He quickly jerked up from his stool, placing his book on it. He slowly walked over to me. I didn’t wait for him to fully come close. I walked over to him, my hand on his shoulder. I urged him forward, leading him to the spot I wanted him to stand. His shoulders tensed.I stood in front of him, watching him for a while with a smile on my face. I pulled the apron off my neck, placing it on his neck. He froze under my touch. I could hear the loud beat of his heart.My hands flew to his side, getting hold of the ropes. Then, I took a step forward, moving closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating from him. I leaned forward, my hand circling his body as I reached behind him to secure the apron.The smell hit me.Sweet fragrance.Damn… he smelled so good. This was not a natural scent. It was the smell that came from whatever wash he was using or… perfume or whatever. It smelled so good and soothing.“Mmmnnn…” I murmured into his ear. “Grey, you smell really good,” I complimented

Riven.He turned. That grim face, eyes piercing and authoritative, pouring on me.“You were busy…” his eyes scanned me head to toe. Same look that Stiles had given me earlier, like he was seeing some shit on me.“You were busy…” he repeated, his eyes roaming me with disgust.And then it hit me.Shit. I was still in this black-on-black outfit. No wonder they were looking at me like this. It was an unusual attire, especially for me.His gaze shifted as he took a step towards his table, his head snapping left, toward the pack view.“Riven, do you know what it means when we say the safety of the pack is the alpha’s priority?” he asked.I didn't respond, because I believed that question wasn't meant to be answered.“Do you know what it means when an alpha heir is considered incompetent?” he continued. Turning his head towards me, his eyes met mine.“Do you know what it means when the Council deems one incompetent?” he asked.My fingers in my pocket dug into my palm as I watched him.He too

Riven.My eyes were glued on Alex.No crest on him.“Sorry coach, I misplaced it, Sir,” Alex responded with a short bow.Coach glared at him for a moment before turning to the rest of us.“Who else isn't with their crest?” he asked.“Me.”The familiar voice from the back called. I didn't need to turn; I already knew who it was. I stood up from the bench.“Come over here, Skyler,” coach said, urging him to come forward.“Where is your crest, Skyler?” Coach asked.“I misplaced it, Sir,” he responded with a short bow.My gaze moved briefly to him; he caught my gaze, and I could see a silly smile in his eyes.I looked away.“What is wrong with you transfers!” Coach barked. “What do you both mean by you misplaced your crest?”“Coach, they lost it on a date!” someone called from the back.The team erupted into a low chuckle.“Couple goals!” someone shouted.A shy smile formed on Alex's face — the smile of a murderer.“We are sorry, Coach,” they both said in unison.“Both of you, you're not