Novel & Cerita Dating The Hockey Alpha

"Oh. Why do the rink officials need to track our den's markers now?" "Perhaps the scouts are simply trying to verify the pup's baseline parameters before the summer tournament rosters lock." I truly didn't believe a prospect's technical performance on the ice had anything to do with their lineage records, but since the regional board issued the mandate, I might as well execute the form. My hand froze, however, the charcoal hovering directly over the blank column designated for the Alpha’s name. Should I insert Ada Lube’s identifier into this slot? I thought, my chest tightening. The academy coaches will undoubtedly afford the pup advanced training allocations and prime ice time if the Alpha

He finally looks back up at me, his eyes meeting mine again. For a moment, neither of us says anything. Then he steps closer, his scent stronger as he releases more of his Alpha pheromones…God, this bastard, is he trying to confirm that I'm reacting to his pheromones? My knees go weak immediately. He lifts the container slightly between us. “You’ve been hiding this well,” he says casually. “You played hockey all these years yet nobody…not a single person realized you're an Omega?” His gaze drags over me again, slower this time.

Rhydian told me everything. I stayed silent, letting his words roll through the firelight. He didn’t hem or haw, didn’t gloss anything over. The story was flat, orderly, worn smooth by repeating. The Alpha system, he said, was only four hundred years old. Not the slow-built tradition most of us believe, but something thrown together in one generation by an Elder council, right after the last time the Bloodmoon Mark appeared.

He pulls the printed metric graphs straight out of his briefcase for my eyes to see, and my mouth gapes completely open as my fingers touch the lines. He possesses such a beautiful, powerful alpha mouth. “But these territory wolves aren't tuning their feeds in for the hockey plays,” I tell his face, addressing Marcus directly instead of looking at Kael’s jaw, which makes the supreme Alpha shift his mass with a sudden, strange hint of pure territorial jealousy. “The pack is only watching for the mating scandal. The high numbers will drop down the drain eventually.”

There was absolutely no drawback to publicizing our mate bond; in fact, as an unranked Nightbane stray, being linked to the ultimate Alpha of the northern ice rinks would only bring me protection and luxury. “Our short contract is just a corporate trade for stadium gates,” I said softly, keeping my gaze fixed on my lap. “If the skaters and coaches on your hockey franchise found out the Alpha married a broken wolf from the shale line, it would only bring a storm of problems to your den.” My heart was completely empty with a sudden, freezing panic. I didn't know how much truth lay behind my secret guess about that dark night at the Crimson Fang Lodge. If my assumption was false, I could just t

“You gave a nice speech, Alpha Ricky. I have to admit that myself but the truth is, you’re wrong about everything—well, nearly everything.” “You’ve been lying to me for the past hour, why should I believe anything else that comes out of your mouth?” I said. “Believe it or not, we’re not trying to take over your pack or your region. And it’s time I stop the games and get on with this meeting.” The Alpha said. “What games?” I asked, suddenly alert. “Alpha Ricky, my name is Alpha Benjamin and please, allow me to introduce my beautiful fiancée, Shannon Hirthe.”

My notebook. The small one I always carried, the one I thought I had left safely in my room. My stomach dropped hard. “Where did you get that?” I asked, my voice barely steady. The Alpha grinned wickedly. “Found it.” Laughter erupted around him. Fear rushed through me because I knew exactly what was inside—hockey notes, game statistics, strategy sketches, and pages and pages about Damon. Not love letters, nothing overtly romantic, but still enough to destroy me in front of everyone.

Bow and submit to this Alpha immediately or die. .

He added in a serious voice. My stomach turned. I was going to be late for my first class if he kept holding me up. He had been going on and on about how I needed to keep my grades up, threatening to pull me from the captain position on the hockey team so I could focus squarely on school. It was infuriating. I had already skipped a year of senior school when he insisted I go away for intense Alpha training when I turned eighteen last year. Now, I had to finish my senior year and graduate because my time would be gone once I took over the pack.