All Chapters of Her Hockey Alpha Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Hailey.The rink is freezing, but I've gotten used to it. The soft tapping of my typewriter echoes through the noise from the hockey fans at the arena. It’s another night, another hockey game, another column I’ll rewrite three or more times before it passes my father’s inspection.A soft sigh slips from my lips as my fingers move fast on the typewriter. The hockey players from Southside College are playing against a team from a rival school. My job is simple: record the stats, edit the sports column for the school newspaper and try not to fall asleep when the puck is being slammed into the opponent’s net.I tilt my head up slowly and my eyes lock on someone with broad shoulders and wavy brown hair that stands out among the other players. My heart surprisingly skips a beat as I suddenly recognize who it is.“Hailey! Are you watching the plays, or are you dealing with something out of the box up there?” A familiar voice yells from the bench.I do not bother glancing down. I know that vo

Hailey.I bolt down the corridor towards the exit, my legs moving faster than my brain.My heart pounds heavily in my chest. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, but I don't stop. I can't.Not when I've just seen something strange in Rhys's eyes. His light brown eyes practically glow red. Or am I beginning to see things now?The moment I get to my room, I push the door open with more force than necessary.Maya, my roommate, jumps out of bed. Her palms clutch her chest as if trying to stop her heart from pounding.“Jeez, Hailey,” she says, fear widening her eyes. “You almost got me killed,” she says, sighing in relief as she looks behind me and sees no one.“I'm not being chased,” I shrug, acting like I almost collapsed from fear a few minutes ago.“But you ran in like you were being chased by the grim reaper,” she yells, her face scrunching up.“I'm sorry,” I mutter, biting my lower lip as I stare at the walls of the room.My eyes land back on Maya and she rolls her eyes. She sighs ag

Hailey.The press box feels colder and too quiet now. I heave a shaky breath and stare at the typewriter keys, but I can't force myself to type any word.My father's voice keeps echoing in my head.Some stories aren't meant to be dug up.What did he mean by that? And why did it sound like he meant me?The door opens slowly behind me. I freeze in my chair, every hair on my arm standing straight.“Dad?” I call out, my voice barely above a whisper.There's no response. Silence.I whirl around so fast, but the press box is empty. My pulse thrashes in my ears, and suddenly, I'm hyperaware of the glass windows overlooking the rink.Outside, the ice sparkles under the light from the arena, but the shadows around the arena feel wrong. Like something is moving.I shake my head frantically. “Get it together, Hailey,” I whisper to myself.Suddenly, I hear it. Footsteps. Heavy and deliberate, echoing below the press box.I rush to the window, pressing my palms against the cold glass. The rink loo