1: "You don't even look like a boy!"

Freya's povMy hands shake as I look in the mirror, and the person staring back doesn’t feel like me anymore. My black hair sticks up in every direction since I chopped it off two weeks ago, and my face looks sharp without my long auburn hair to frame it. The socks stuffed in my sports bra press against my ribs, uncomfortable and awkward.“Freya, this is crazy,” Mum says, her voice cracking as she paces our small room, wringing her hands like she did that night in London when Marcus and his pack surrounded our house. “What if they figure out who you are, or someone recognizes you?”“They won’t,” I say, forcing my voice deeper, but it still sounds off, like I’m trying on someone else’s clothes. I’ve been practicing for weeks, and it has to work, because there’s no other option.I shove another sock into my sports bra, fumbling with the padding, and the oversized hockey jersey hangs loose on me, which is what I need, but my stomach twists anyway. I feel desperate, because I am desperate

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

2: "First time seeing the rink?"

Freya's pov The car ride drags on forever, yet it’s over too soon, and David keeps glancing at me in the rearview mirror, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight. Every few minutes, he opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then closes it, leaving a heavy silence between us. It’s strange knowing he’s driving me to a school where he’s already spent two years, and when our acceptance letters came—his academic scholarship renewed, my hockey tryout opportunity—Mum cried with relief, because I wouldn’t be completely alone.But David can’t shield me from everything, not without risking both our secrets.“You remember everything we went over?” he asks as we pass through the iron gates of Crescent Moon Academy, where the wolf and moon crest in the metalwork looks normal to humans but obvious to people like us.“Lower my voice, keep my shoulders straight, don’t let anyone get too close,” I say automatically, “and shower late at night when the bathrooms are empty, keep my head d

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

3: "Dude, that's like being noticed by a celebrity."

Freya's pov My roommate is human, which is a relief, because I can tell the moment I walk into the room, no supernatural scent or sharp awareness, just a regular guy who can’t sense I’m hiding something.“You must be Freddie,” he says, looking up from a textbook, sprawled across his bed with long arms and legs taking up space, strawberry blond hair falling over his eyes. “I’m Tyler, Tyler Chen.”“Nice to meet you,” I say, dropping my gear by the empty bed, which must be mine, two beds, two desks, two dressers, and a window overlooking the quad, just a normal dorm room where I have to live as someone else.“So what brings you to Crescent Moon mid-semester?” Tyler asks, closing his book, a thick biochemistry text, and continues, “Most people start in the fall.”I’ve practiced this lie a hundred times, so I say, “Family moved for my dad’s job, and I had to finish the semester at my old school first.”The words come out smooth now, too easy.“That sucks,” he says, then nods at my gear ba

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

4: "Hope you warmed up properly, pretty boy,"

Freya's pov I stare at my phone, reading Sebastian’s text again—6 AM at the rink, bring your best, the ice shows everything—and my stomach twists, because it’s 3 AM, and I haven’t slept, my mind running through every way this could go wrong, like not being fast enough, or them noticing I’m different, or messing up so bad they kick me out before I start.Tyler mumbles about biochemistry in his sleep, and I want to wake him just to talk, but what would I say, that I’m scared three alpha werewolves might see through my disguise in a few hours? My hands shake as I get out of bed, fear making it hard to breathe, but there’s also excitement, a buzz under my skin, because this is my chance to prove girls even like me can play hockey as well as boys.I slip into the bathroom and look in the mirror, where Freddie Sterling stares back with tired eyes and sharp cheekbones, the short haircut making my face look older, stronger, and I practice deepening my voice, squaring my shoulders, standing l

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

5: "How was practice with the holy trinity?"

Freya/Freddie's pov I’m sitting in the locker room, staring at my phone’s black screen, trying to wrap my head around what just happened on the ice. I passed their test, actually pulled it off, and the reality of it hasn’t sunk in yet. The adrenaline’s fading now, leaving me shaky, exhausted, and aching all over, but it’s the kind of pain that feels good, the kind that tells me I pushed myself to the limit and came out stronger.From a few rows over, I hear Sebastian, Logan, and Zane talking in low voices, their words mixing with the clatter of hockey gear being tossed into lockers and the sound of running water. It’s just normal post-practice noise, but nothing about today feels normal. My stomach’s twisting, not from fear this time, but from something else, something I’m not ready to dig into.I can still feel the way they looked at me out there, Sebastian’s eyes sharp and intense when I kept up with their drills, Logan’s voice steady with pride when he called my playing solid, Zan

Last Updated : 2025-10-15

All Chapters of Claimed By The Three Hockey Alphas : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

1: "You don't even look like a boy!"

2: "First time seeing the rink?"

3: "Dude, that's like being noticed by a celebrity."

4: "Hope you warmed up properly, pretty boy,"

5: "How was practice with the holy trinity?"