All Chapters of Craving The Wrong Hockey Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Raven POV Finally. I exhaled. Senior year was here. In two days technically. Today was public service day. A long lasting ritual in Everfrost University. A day where the senior year students would engage in public services in different parts of campus. The faculty hallway raked with students. Boys. Girls. Bustling up and down with wide grins on their faces.I inhaled. Taking in the familiar air of Everfrost’s hallway. Everfrost wasn't just any university. It was the most prestigious and luxurious one in Frostfang pack. And second most rated one in the entire continent, topped only by Blue-Ridge University. Everyone wanted to school here. Well not everyone entirely—I only came here because of a stupid crush. “I’m so happy to be back,” my best friend, Lyra beamed, tiptoeing gently beside me. “Senior years definitely going to be a banger.”“Ofcourse it would,” I said. My voice carrying my deep excitement of being back to school. “You just came back from a month of sex filled vacation

Raven POVThe admin building swamped with senior year students the next day. All staring at Dean James as he addressed the crowd. He'd always do that the very first day of every year. And this year was no exception.I stare at my phone. The time was 8:45 am. Fifteen minutes more to my first class. Which meant I had extra ten minutes to go get a textbook from the library before heading straight to class. I raised my head. My eyes wandering about. Taking in the environment. Realizing how much I've missed this place. I know, I'm a nerd and holidays weren't my thing. My eyes wanders to the far left. And that's when I saw him. Jace. Blue joggers and what seemed to be a hockey team's hoody. Leaning at a bike with a smirk that screamed I'm-god's-gift-to-the-world.I try to look away but I couldn't. Which girl in the world could look away from this kind of beauty. He face was down. Focused on his phone that I'd fear if he even heard anything the dean had been saying at all. He looks up and

Raven POVThe air inside the hockey arena is warm as I enter. A few dozen of hockey players sitting outside the rink. While another few training inside the ice rink. Apart from that, are a few people scattered across the arena. I walk down the steps. Shoving my phone into my pocket. I knew Jace was here because he'd just posted a picture of him on the rink on his insta while I was at the cafeteria.Each step drew me closer to the rink. Heads snapping my way. But one stood out. Jace. A little smirk fixed at the corner of his lips. As he skates towards me. “An hour and ten minutes.” Jace types on his phone with one hand, shoving off his skates with the other.“Is that how long you've trained?” I asked.“Nope... How long it took you to come back.”“You keep a record of how long it took you to get a girl?”“I don't, but it took you shorter than I expected, so I guess I'd start now.” Jace steps out of the rink. “And by 'get a girl' have I got you?”Shit. Now I realize how stupid that sou

Raven POVThe second our lips meet, the strangest thing happens. Pulsing waves of heat unfurl inside me, starting at my mouth and then rippling down my body, tingling in the tips of my breasts before traveling even lower. He tastes like the whiskey he’s been drinking all night and the vanilla and toasted oak flavor, followed by a sharp kick of alcohol heat suffuses my taste buds. My lips part of their own volition, and Jace takes full advantage by sliding his tongue inside. Drawing me closer. When my tongue tangles with his, he makes a low, growling noise in the back of his throat, and the erotic sound vibrates through my body.Oh moon goddess. What the hell is the matter with me? I can't possibly be attracted to him. I hate jocks. But still I can't seem to stop kissing him. I can't stop myself from wanting h... Nope that's not possible.He inches me closer again. This time, too close, I can feel his hard chest pressing my breast. And immediately, I’m hit with a jolt of panic that s

Jace POV Just as the faceoff begins, my attention is zapped to one of the arena doors. And I can see Raven with a girl I'd recognize as Lyra, and another whom I had no clue who she was. Seeing Raven unexpectedly lights a fire in me. She's wearing a leather skirt that hugs her bubble ass, and I find it sexy. Her face clearly stressed. They must have been in a hurry to get here from the music showcase. Which I know because Damian—who I now know to be Lyra's boyfriend— informed me that Rav had told him she'd be running late through Lyra.I know what you're thinking. Yeah. The girl who'd been quick to exchange saliva with me doesn't have my number. You're right. Although many think of jocks and frat boys as always been ready to pounce on the chance of scoring a girl, I'm different. Don't get me wrong. I've scored many girls—in many places and in many styles—that I can remember. But with Rav, it's different. What I feel for her isn't just lust. It's obsession—as bad as it can come and as