All Chapters of Oops! The Hockey Captain Is My Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Asher’s PovThere were exactly three things I needed this semester.Win the National Academy Hockey Championship.Keep my grades high enough to satisfy my father.Survive my final year at Silvercrest Academy without giving the gossip-hungry students another reason to stick their noses into my life.None of those goals included sharing my private suite with a stranger.Yet somehow, that was exactly where my day had ended.I stood in the middle of the living room with my arms folded while Rowan Hayes quietly wheeled her suitcase inside. She looked around the suite with open curiosity, completely unaware that she had just destroyed the peaceful routine I had spent three years building.The door clicked shut behind her. Neither of us spoke.I watched as she walked toward the large windows overlooking the hockey arena, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw the rink below. A smile spread across her face so naturally that, for a brief second, she looked like a little kid who had just walk

Rowan’s PovIf someone had told me a week ago that I would be living with the future Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, I would have laughed in their face.If they had also told me that the future Alpha would wake me up every morning by banging on my bedroom door because he thought I wasn’t training hard enough, I probably would have called them crazy.Unfortunately, that had become my reality.“Rowan!”A loud knock echoed through the suite.I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head.“Five more minutes.”“No.”Another knock.“We leave for morning conditioning in fifteen.”“I know.”“You’re still in bed.”“You sound disappointed.”“I am.”I rolled my eyes before throwing the blanket aside.“Has anyone ever told you you’re incredibly annoying?”His voice came through the door without missing a beat.“Several people.”“And yet you never considered changing?”“I considered it.”“And?”“I decided they were wrong.”I couldn’t help laughing.For someone who barely smiled, Asher was surprisingly

Rowan’s Pov Rowan’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stared down the long, polished hallway of Silvercrest Academy, acutely aware that every single step brought her closer to the mandatory team meeting. The missing black case containing her scent suppressants felt like a heavy stone pressing into the bottom of her backpack, even though it wasn't there at all; the terrifying reality was that Bianca Wolfe now held it. "Rowan, keep up," Asher’s voice cut through her spiraling panic, low and steady as he fell into step beside her. She forced her features to relax, offering a tight, unconvincing nod. "I'm right here." Neither of them knew that across the courtyard, Bianca was already weaving her narrative, preparing to tear down everything Rowan had bled for. When they entered the massive lecture hall, the first line players were already gathered around the front row. Coach Brooks stood at the chalkboard, his arms crossed over his chest, mapping out upcoming exhibition matches.

Rowan’s Pov My heart stopped beating the second I opened my eyes. I bolted upright in bed, my chest heaving and cold sweat clinging to the back of my neck. Last night's panic came rushing back all at once. The missing case. The suppressants. Bianca Wolfe holding the one thing that could completely destroy my life. I didn't waste a second. I threw off the blanket, scrambled out of bed, and rushed into the kitchen. The suite was quiet. Asher wasn't up yet, or he had already left. Good. I couldn't look him in the eye today. Not when every single second felt like I was standing on top of a crumbling cliff. My mission for the morning was simple: find Bianca, get my case back, and somehow stop her before she ruined everything. By the time I reached the main academic building, my hands were shaking inside my jacket pockets. I spotted Bianca near the lockers surrounded by a couple of her friends, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder and laughing loudly. I took a step forward, re

Rowan’s Pov My heart was still doing backflips in my chest as I pulled away from Asher on the ice. I stared up at him for a second too long, my face burning hotter than a stove, before I stumbled backward on my skates and grabbed my stick like it was a lifeline. I told myself it meant nothing. It was just a stupid accident, a slip on the ice, and a moment of panic because we were playing too close to the line. But even as I told myself to calm down, my skin still tingled right where his hands had gripped my waist. I couldn't afford to think about that. Not now. Not ever. To keep my brain from exploding, I threw myself entirely into hockey. The next few days leading up to Silvercrest’s first big away exhibition game were an absolute blur of early morning practices, heavy conditioning, and grueling drills. If I stayed exhausted, I didn't have to think about Asher looking at me like I hung the stars, and I didn't have to look over my shoulder for Bianca. Traveling with the team for