All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha's Hidden Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Violet I looked at my professor, not knowing how to answer. My paper had been the last thing on my mind lately. Between the videos, my ruined room, Colin, and this strange arrangement with Axel, I had almost forgotten that she had asked me about publishing it.Most of the students had already left the classroom. I gathered my notebook and walked toward her desk, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. I was a good student. I had always taken my assignments seriously, and being offered the chance to publish my work should have been one of the best things to happen to me. Instead, I had ignored her request.“I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier,” I said. “Things have been a little complicated.”“That’s all right.” She gave me a patient smile. “Have you made a decision?”Anxiety tightened my stomach. “Is it possible to publish my paper under a different name?”A frown appeared between her eyebrows. “A different name?”There was a silent question in her eyes. Why would a student want

Violet Axel didn’t say a word during the drive back to my dorm but his fury filled the car. His jaw tightened every few seconds, and his large hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white. I sat with my back pressed against the seat and watched the snowy buildings pass outside. The silence should have made me uncomfortable, yet my attention kept drifting toward Axel. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, exposing the veins running along his forearms. Each time he changed gears, the muscles flexed beneath his skin. Gosh, he was so powerful. If he decided to snap my neck, it would be like butter to him. When he stopped outside my dorm, I released the seat belt and reached for the door. Before I could open it, his hand shot out and closed around my wrist.“Did that fucker touch you?”The possessiveness in his voice made butterflies flutter violently in my belly. I turned toward him. His hazel eyes were darker than usual.“No,” I said. It was partially true

VioletFor the first few minutes after signing Axel’s ridiculous fake-dating agreement, neither of us spoke much. Maybe it was because the rules were still sitting between us even though he had folded the paper and slipped it into his jacket pocket. Or maybe it was because the moment he had pulled me to my feet, his hand had closed around mine tightly, and I forgot every practical reason I should stay away from him.No kissing. No unnecessary touching. No jealousy. Very clean rules. Very stupid rules.Because now I was on the ice with him, and his hand was already on my waist.His breath brushed the side of my ear, and I hated the way my body noticed it. His hand tightened slightly at my waist. He was much taller than me, and every time he moved behind me, I became aware of the difference in our bodies. His chest was near my back. His thighs brushed mine during turns. At one point he lifted me in the air like I was feather light. God, just how strong was he?I forced myself to look ah

VioletMoonlight filtered through Axel’s window and spilled across the floor in a pale silver line. I lay on his bed, staring outside instead of sleeping. His house sat at the edge of campus, close to the forest that stretched behind North Valley like a dark wall. Tall pines, firs, and spruce trees crowded together under the night sky, their branches heavy with fresh snow. I wondered if the beast came this far. Somehow, it had started to feel like a sentinel these days. My eyes grew heavy. Axel’s bed was too comfortable. I had never slept on anything this luxurious in my life. The mattress was soft, the sheets smooth, and the blanket was warm enough to make me sink deeper despite myself.But guilt crept in. This was his bed, his room and his space. And because of one fake-dating agreement, I had taken it over while he was lying on the carpet out of decency. Maybe he was trying to be a gentleman. Maybe there was a decent boy buried somewhere beneath all that growling and command.And

VioletWhy was extending this fake dating thing into something so possessive? The implications of his growl were as if we were really in love and that this wasn’t a three-month contract we had signed. They ate like they had never seen food before. I had barely sat down before Tyler was on his second serving and Mason was heaping his plate with a crazy number of pancakes and pasta.I watched them with growing amazement. “Do all hockey players eat like wolves?”All of them went quiet while exchanging looks. Mason looked at Axel. Tyler looked at Mason. Axel looked at his plate.Tyler recovered first and grinned. He put his hand up and flexed his biceps muscles. “See that, Violet? These muscles need food.” He poked his finger into his muscle. “See that? Huh?” He looked like a man showing off his body. I glanced at Axel whose expression darkened. He kicked him under the table. “What are you doing?” he almost snarled. “Ow,” Tyler muttered. “That was unnecessary.”Axel placed his elbow o