The Hockey Alpha's Hidden Mate
So I pulled on my coat, hid my hair beneath my hood, and followed her to the arena.
The place was packed with students shouting, music blasting, the crowd stomping hard enough to shake the seats. I gripped the railing as Lena helped me up the steps. We found seats near the middle.
When the players rushed out, Axel Hale was impossible to miss. He was taller than most of the other players, broad-shouldered and fast. His golden hair fell in soft waves around his neck, and his hazel eyes were like a warm pool of honey. Despite that, he looked dangerous, violent and breathtakingly handsome. No wonder girls were mad about him.