Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

I narrowed my gaze at Meyer, shocked, and glanced at Vincent, who nodded in agreement with his best friend. "He mentioned wanting to ask you out even before you ran away. Meyer is a stand-up guy—vice-captain of the Onyx Moon Pack hockey team. I'm the captain, of course." He ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head to the sky as if posing for an ad. "Two-timing slut?" I whisper, baffled. "Yes. You're dating Alpha Henry of the Jade Moon Pack, his beta, and the famous basketball player, Jason Harris. Now we hear that you are seducing the alpha twins."

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

I've been planning this hit for three minutes, watching his patterns, waiting for the perfect moment. He sees me coming at the last second, but it's too late. I deliver a clean body check that sends him sliding into the corner boards with a crash that silences the entire arena. The golden boy of Frostfang hockey, the untouchable Alpha heir, just got demolished by the girl he threw away. I stand over him for half a second, making sure he feels the weight of what just happened. Then I skate away without looking back. The crowd gasps, then erupts in a mix of boos and shocked cheers. I hear someone in the stands yell, "Holy shit, did you see that?"

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

I wasn’t about to explain that just a few months back, although she didn’t remember, she’d unknowingly saved me from a woman who’d tried to drug me at a club. Back then, I thought she’d only stopped me from making a fool of myself before a game but weeks later, my family’s investigators uncovered the whole truth. The drink had been part of a setup meant to leave me accused of rape, trapped by a fake pregnancy, and stripped me of hockey. She’d disappeared before anyone could even learn her name. “I… kind of have an idea that could help.” Every head in the room turned toward the bed to see that the redhead was awake. For a second, I wondered how much of our conversation she’d heard.

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?

Mission #1 of our fake dating plan: Look convincing. On the first day, if I wasn’t threatened with getting pushed out of the drama club, I would call it quits. Because Alex is entirely too popular and too social for me to handle. He doesn’t even get left alone at Mozzy’s Pizza on our first mock date. From entrance to ordering to looking for seats, folks keep coming to greet him. “Hey man, what’s happenin’?” “Haha, nothing much, how ‘bout you?”