Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

I sigh in defeat. "How are we going to find him?" Dean asks. Alpha Hughes thinks for some time, then his eyes light up. He has an idea. "Chelsea." He whispers. "What do you mean-" Alpha Hughes cuts Philip off. "Samantha and I pretend to fight, we say that we hate each other and I'll reject her as my mate. Chelsea's nosy ass will hear and she'll run to Markus and tell him the good news. Unfortunately, I'll be stuck with Chelsea and you, Markus. And if this all goes well, the traitor and my dear brother will die."

He falls into a deep sleep, his fingers still loosely curled around mine as if terrified I might vanish. When he is stable again, his parents follow me to my office. The bodyguards wait outside. I sink into my chair, every part of me trembling from the emotional and physical toll of this endless night. My chest throbs with the lingering pain of Barid’s rejection. Mrs. Northcutt sits across from me, wiping her tears. Mr. Northcutt stands beside her, looking older and more fragile than I have ever seen an Alpha appear. “The name he called you… Nella,” Mrs. Northcutt says. “She is his true fated mate. She rejected him publicly not long ago. She is already planning to marry someone else.”

The way she looked at me last time we crossed paths, like I was nothing. I sank onto the edge of the bed, dragging both hands through my hair. “Sh*t,” I muttered to no one. The screen lit up again, another flood of messages blaring in. Dylan from Eastcliff: “Yooo is this real?? Eric?? In the BATHROOM??” Anonymous: “Can’t believe you kept this hidden. Fake Alpha.” Lux Hightower: “That was your mating ceremony night? Bruh.” Tasha Voss: “You’re such a disgrace to the name.”

The annual Intercollegiate Hockey Championship, hosted by my school, Willow-Hills High, had been a triumph from the moment it began. For the first time in our pack’s history, we’d clawed our way into the finals, a feat that filled me with pride. My boyfriend, Ryder Willson—son of the Pack’s Alpha and the fearless captain of our hockey team—had thrown a house party to celebrate our success, inviting elites from every school that had battled on the ice. The thought of it all made my chest swell with joy. That morning, I could hardly believe my luck. At twenty-one, I was just an ordinary Omega, yet here I was, mated to the Alpha’s son, standing in the most breathtaking room I’d ever laid eyes o

"What do you mean?" "I don't know. But something about all this feels... off." The Alpha makes his toast. We eat dinner. Liam is attentive and charming. He cuts my steak without asking if I need help. Orders wine I don't like but never drink anyway. Tells stories about my hockey achievements like he's narrating a documentary. Everyone tells me how lucky I am. Perfect Alpha heir. Perfect courtship and a wonderful future. But when he laughs at something a councilor says, I realize I don't recognize the sound. This polished, political version of Liam has replaced whatever drew me to him in the first place.

Ronan I hear the familiar shuffle of cleats and sneakers before the knock lands softly on the door. I already know who it is. My team. The Icewolves. To the world, we’re just a Division One hockey team, but only in the city… in this pack… I’m their Alpha. They come in, loud as ever, but their energy drops the second their eyes land on me. I’m slouched on the chair, stiff from three days of sleep. Still sore. Still trying to piece everything together.

Then, the mindlinking started and they quickly blocked them as well. Miriam collided with someone. The force of it knocked her back a step, and she muttered a half-hearted apology, barely glancing up. "We have to stop running into each other like this Baby girl! " That voice. Cold, deep, laced with familiar arrogance made Miriam chuckle to herself. Her eyes snapped up, blinking through the haze of smoke surrounding them in the bar. Of course, it had to be them. The Alpha Twins, Jason and Travis. The future Alphas of the Bloody Paw Pack. The new stars of our college hockey team and notorious playboys who every girl at my college seemed to have thing for. They had totally forgotten all about W

Barely forty-eight hours and in that short while, I have been publicly humiliated, now fake-dating the captain of the rival hockey team, and kissed him three times. I’m trying to catch up. And somehow this man looks so unshaken as though none of it was a big deal. We hadn’t even made it a week into our fake relationship and my head was all over the place. My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking the comfortable silence. Shit. I didn’t even have to look to know it was Ollie… I hadn’t told him of my plans today and had completely forgotten to text him. For him to be sending voice notes now, the picture of our kiss had definitely made it through someone’s snap..

He just wanted to get me. “Oh… I forgot,” he whispered. “It was because someone couldn’t control their temper.” He said, tapping his temple dramatically. “That damn temper.” My jaw tightened. I straightened up as I held the net tighter. “Can you stop?” I asked, forcing the words through my teeth. Sky flung his stick over his neck with a small smile on his face, totally ignoring my warning. “Come to think of it, nothing beats picking pucks with an Alpha. Don’t you think?!”

He runs a hand through it, shakes it out, blades carving lazy arcs into the ice like he’s filming a sports commercial. And, of course, the crowd explodes. I spit the sausage roll back into its wrapper. “You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter. He looks up toward the bleachers. Our eyes meet. Just for a second. Then he winks. I slap my palm over my face. “Unbelievable. He’s such a player. How can someone be this shameless?” This was his idea…the fake dating, the whole ridiculous plan to make Danny jealous. And yet here he is, acting like the most single man alive on skates. Why doesn’t he just grab the rink mic and announce that our relationship is fake while he’s at it?