All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha's Hidden Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

VioletAxel had messaged me that Mason would come to pick me up for something. He didn’t specify what. Mason came to my room almost two hours later. By then, I had changed three times, sat on the bed twice, paced the room five times, and looked out of the window so often that even the snow outside must have become tired of me.When the knock came, I opened the door carefully. Mason stood outside, grinning. He bowed. “Violet.”I burst out laughing before I could stop myself and smacked his arm lightly. “Stop bowing to me.”“Well,” he said, straightening with exaggerated seriousness, “you are becoming our Luna, and I would like to keep my head attached to my shoulders.”The way he said it was playful, but something in his tone was serious. In this place, I was not entirely sure people were joking when they talked about losing heads.“It’s good to see you,” I said. “And for the record, I know you’re a werewolf now.”His grin faded a little. “Yeah. And I heard about the rogue attack.”“A

Violet The look on Rebecca’s face was precious. Honestly, I wished I had a camera ready.She stood at the bottom of the staircase in her blue gown, her cold smile gone, her eyes fixed on my purple dress like I had personally slapped her with it. For a woman who loved control so much, she looked very close to choking on her own anger.Good. Because the white engagement gown I had chosen for myself was no longer wearable.When I had returned from the spa in the evening, I found it laid neatly on Axel’s bed. At first, I thought one of the servants had placed it there after pressing it. The gown looked perfect, smooth and white and beautiful, just the way I had bought it. But the moment I picked it up, a bitter smell hit my nose.I frowned. It was not perfume. It was something sharp like a chemical. I scanned the fabric carefully, but there was nothing visible on it. My eyes landed on my fingers that were touching the fabric. They had turned blue.For a second, I only stared at them, co

VioletAxel gulped his whiskey, and I gulped my wine.Both of us were too nervous. Axel’s jaw was tight, his shoulders were stiff. For me, getting engaged had never been in my plans. Surviving college was. Suddenly, a terrible thought slipped in. What if someone discovered our lie?Axel placed his empty glass aside and took my hand. His fingers squeezed mine once as if to assure me that he was with me. That small pressure steadied me.Together, we walked toward the small dais that had been created at the center of the garden venue. As we moved through the crowd, people parted for us, smiling, bowing and whispering. I tried not to trip over the hem of my purple gown as over a hundred werewolves watched me. I didn’t want to imagine what would happen if they all shifted.My eyes went to Rebecca. She stood beside Alpha William, wearing that blue gown with diamonds at her throat and murder in her eyes. Her neck was red now. A few angry patches had spread down to her chest, and every few s

VioletThe engagement ceremony ended much after midnight. By then, my cheeks hurt from smiling, my feet were begging for mercy, and I was mentally exhausted. Ashley and her family kept their distance after the little scene, which was the best gift they could have given me. Rebecca had disappeared early too, still scratching discreetly at the red patches climbing up her neck and chest. I should have felt guilty. But actually, I felt guilty pleasure. Lol. The rest of the pack members were surprisingly jubilant. I had expected more hostility, people telling me I did not belong there. Though some of it was there, most of them seemed more interested in celebrating than judging.They drank, danced, laughed, and pulled Axel into conversations every few minutes. I was shocked to see how much they loved festivities. For people who could turn into wolves and rip someone apart, they were strangely enthusiastic people. Somehow, I felt comfortable around them as compared to my species aka humans

AxelFrom the moment Violet slid the ring on my finger and that purple mark appeared under the gold band, Blaze had been impossible. He was restless, excited and impossible.He had been jumping inside me like an untrained pup, wagging his tail, growling mine every few seconds, growling at every unmated male in the pack.I looked at the ring again while Violet slept beside me in my shirt, her hair spread across my pillow, her face soft in sleep.The purple band beneath the ring had not faded. It sat there like a permanent tattoo. Every time I looked at it, Blaze became smug.‘No mate has ever received such a mark,’ he said.I knew that because in the history of werewolves, mates marked each other with bites. No purple rings appeared under engagement bands. And that’s where the problem began. Shock wasn’t even what I would say. It was like something monumental had crashed inside me. I couldn’t explain the feeling. Violet was not ordinary.My attraction to her had already been dangerou