All Chapters of A Rival for the Hockey Alpha : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Riven.My eyes snapped open, mouth parted in awe of his boldness.“Did I just hear you say ‘so what?’”He shrugged. “Yes. I mean, you already knew I restricted my shifting abilities, yet you kept pushing me to that stupid shifting class.”I watched him as he was saying all those things, the words falling out of his gutter like it was the most common thing on earth.“Listen, Riven,” he said, taking a step closer. “I uhmm… I don't know what makes you look so worked up today, but this is my life.” He paused, pointing at the bottle.“That shit in your hand has saved me from a lot more than you can imagine. You don't know me. And you don't know what I go through. I restricted my shifting, suppressing it because I want to. And I need to. I hate shifting. I am not you.”I watched him, his eyes burning into mine.Those eyes looked everything like the eyes of the guy earlier.Am I going crazy now?Even if it looked like the same eyes… I mean, look at him. He was standing in front of me. There w

Grey.I had been waiting for the past, uhm… I turned to the clock on the wall. 1 hr 30 minutes.I’d been here in Beta Stiles’ site, but he was nowhere. Although the guard had said he would be here soon, I just wished he didn't come so I could crawl back to my dorm.I used the time he wasn't around, brought out a book to keep myself company.Long minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching. My mind began racing. That must be him. So I stuffed the book into my bag, straightening myself. And then—I heard it.“Oww… Fuck!” someone cursed. The voice was familiar, and it was his.I stood up from the place I was seated, my eyes went to the entrance of the door and then, I saw him.Holy moon!My heart sank.My eyes widened, my mouth parting.“Beta!” The name left my mouth in a loud whisper.Stiles was struggling in, his hand on the shoulder of a guard as they guided him in. But that wasn't all.On his chest—Fuck!Red map of blood, and then four claw marks that had torn through the shirt to

Stiles.He was curled up on the small couch, with my shirt on, looking so cute and innocent. A small smile formed on my face. I looked at the time on the clock and it was still early.I should let him sleep, I thought.But then, he stirred. And I closed my eyes.I felt him move, strolling to the bed. I felt him touch my arm, the place where the bandage was. His hand hovered hesitantly until it placed itself on the spot.He was probably checking it out.Then, I felt the ghost of his hand on my face. I remained calm. I felt him push some hair off my face. I knew he was still looking at me. So I opened my eyes. My gaze met his…His eyes widened.“Hey, cute eyes,” I called. “What are you doing?” I asked in a sleep-clouded voice.I saw his face flush red. “I uhm…” he swallowed. “I… I was just checking your…” he pointed at me.Trying to step backwards, but my hand moved faster. I pulled him back.A little harder than I actually intended to, and he fell on me. Causing a little pain, but that

Riven.As much as I didn't want to think of what I had just seen, I couldn't really help it. My mind was stuck, like fucking stuck and glued to what my eyes had seen today.First of all, I knew Stiles to be a Casanova, a very promiscuous dude—flirty, always engaged, with women of course—and I thought that it could be the reason why he had created that space for himself because I already knew his dorm was a no-no.So… I just let him do his thing.But now, what I had just witnessed was…Damn.I didn't really know what I would say. Sky? Gay? Or… bisexual, liking guys to the extent of…Wow. Just wow.I didn't know how to react. I wanted to ask him how? When? Like I literally had a lot of questions burning in my mind and itching to be out. But then, I also didn't want him to feel like I was judging him or something.If he had kept this side of himself a secret for so long, it should also mean that he was scared of how I would react, right?Damn. My hand flew to my temple, rubbing it slight

Riven.“What do you mean I—” I didn't have the chance to finish my sentence before—“Fuck, Skyler, what are you doing?” I snapped low.He had slammed my front to the bathroom wall, leaving my bare ass in front of him.“Shut up! Unless you want them to hear us.”What the fuck is this guy doing?I felt his chest hard and solid against my back. I tried to wiggle free but it only resulted in him pressing me harder against the white wall.What is wrong with this guy?“Sky. Let me—”Then I felt it, the hard feel of a cock against my ass.“Skyler, what the fuck are you doing? Fucking let me go now!” I commanded.He leaned in, I could feel his breath against my neck. “Relax, baby.”“I'm not going to put it in.” He placed a soft heart-melting kiss on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.“I just...” He bucked his hip and I felt the hardness rub against my butt. “...I just want to feel your soft ass.”Fuck. I felt blood run down my cock.But then, my ass—I could do everything with him but m