All Chapters of The Hockey Alpha's Rejected Omega: Fake Dating The ice king: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Ashley “Ten years, Weston. And this is how you're breaking up?”I asked in disbelief, staring at my boyfriend. The man I had supported since we were broke high school sweethearts. I was half-hoping he'd drop the prank, get on one knee, and pull out a ring. Just like I’d imagined a million times.After all, there was nothing stopping him anymore. He was the NHL’s most flashy and hottest rookie. He had won the Rookie of the Year award just last night, and I had been right there in the crowd, tears of joy blurring my vision as I watched his dreams come true.“I'm sorry it comes to this, but I can't be with you anymore. Let's break up,” he repeated, like he wasn't the exact same man who promised me a ring after his first big award.Weston didn't even look at me as he adjusted his designer watch. “Look, Ashley, I know this might be heartbreaking for you right now, but my career is kick-starting... I’m moving up in the world, and you... Just look at you. Coming here, you still dress like t

Ashley His lips crashed onto mine, and my brain basically went blank. His Alpha aura was so strong it hit me like a physical weight, making my head spin. My legs felt like wet noodles. If I hadn't grabbed onto his shirt and clung to him for dear life, I would have collapsed right there on the floor. The camera flashes were blinding. “Let's get inside, sweetheart,” he said against my lips. His voice was warm, husky, and sounded entirely too real for the cameras. Then, his hand clamped down on my waist like a steel trap. Though my brain was dizzy, he led me inside, but as soon as we're out of sight, his grip tightened on my arm. He dragged me around the corner, shoved me into a quiet, empty hallway, and dropped the act completely. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick wad of dollar bills, and shoved them into my hand. “Take this and disappear,” he ordered coldly. Did he just… pay me? All the dizziness evaporated, instantly replaced by a hot, boiling wave of

Brooks I’d known this woman for exactly forty-five minutes, and I was already questioning my sanity. Fake dating. What an absolute nightmare. My car was usually my sanctuary—quiet, and strictly my own space. Now, the air was filled with a distressed Omega scent that told me exactly how much she didn't want to be here. I kept my eyes strictly on the road, drumming my fingers lightly on the leather steering wheel. I hated forced conversation, and I assumed she did too. But a few blocks in, she let out a heavy sigh and turned her head to look at me. “You don't have to look so miserable,” she muttered. “I'm not miserable,” I replied, keeping my voice flat. “I'm just calculating how much of my sanity this publicity mess is going to cost me.” She scoffed, looking back out the window. “Then why did you agree to it?” “I didn't.” She glanced back at me, waiting for the rest. “I was cornered,” I explained, stopping at a red light. “You heard Sarah, the league is threatening a suspen