All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha Wants Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The sounds of sex reached me way before I reached where I was going to.Soft moans. A low groan. The kind of breathless, needy rhythm that made my stomach twist because I knew one of the voices making the sounds.It was Trevor’s voice.My heart jumped into my throat as I stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway outside his dorm room and listened. It was late—too late for a casual visit—but I’d been restless, thinking about him, needing to talk. I’d convinced myself that if I showed up, maybe he’d smile that cocky smile that always disarmed me, and we’d just… be okay like We’d been together for years. Trevor Gerald wasn’t just my boyfriend, he was my best friend. He was the boy who snuck me snacks during endless pack meetings, who held my hand before every big cheer routine, who promised me forever when we lay on the grass and watched the stars. Everyone loved us.Trevor Gerald and Jane Garice—the golden couple of Vermont University. The Beta’s son and the Alpha’s daughter. Star goal

The whistle shrieked across the rink and sounded sharp enough to rattle eardrums. The cold air bit at my skin through the pads, and the scrape of skates echoed as the team slowed. Coach Richard had that vein popping in his forehead again, which usually meant he was two seconds away from throwing his clipboard at somebody.“Ross!” he barked. “Get your head in the game!”I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my glove and shot him my signature grin. “Relax, Coach. You’ll give yourself a stroke.”Jason, lining up beside me, muttered, “You’re gonna push him into early retirement one of these days.”“Better early than never,” I quipped, flipping the puck from stick to glove and back again. My wolf was restless today, prowling just beneath the surface.Trainings always helped me to calm down but lately, it was no longer as easy. Lately, things felt off. Like everyone was watching me, waiting for me to slip.Rumors about me were circling. At first, I had not paid attention bu

Most people assumed being Alpha meant you always had control. They weren’t entirely wrong because I usually did. But the truth was, sometimes you had to create control. Manufacture it. Bend the moment until it bent to you.That’s exactly what I planned to do with Jane Garice.Jason called it reckless but then, if I wanted people to stop whispering about my grades and start believing I was untouchable again, there was no better way than making it public: Jane and I, together.Fake or not, the image mattered more than the truth. And image was something I’d mastered.It's been a few days since Jane told me that she would give me an answer.And I was tired of waiting. So I hatched my plan. ***Friday night meant one thing at Cornell: the Den.It wasn’t just a bar—it was a wolf hangout disguised as one. There was loud music, sticky floors, and the scent of cheap beer mixing with the unmistakable musk of wolf energy simmering under the surface.Every pack kid on campus ended up here soon