Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The first thing I spot is a crowd of students up ahead. “Oh my gosh, we can finally play hockey,” a girl among a group of girls says, and I pause for a moment, unsure if I heard right. Girls playing hockey in Shadow Pelt High? Just when I think things couldn’t get worse, I spot Caspian with his arms snaked around Ginger’s waist. “So, will you come for the tryouts today?” he questions, and she nods sheepishly, pressing her lips against his, sending a jabbing sensation to my chest.

“Excuse me?” “Fake dating,” he said, as casually as if he were ordering coffee. “It’s simple. You act like my girlfriend; I act like your boyfriend. People leave us alone. Predators—human and otherwise—stay away. You get protection, I get… well, it’s complicated. But mostly, we both stay alive.” Alina stared at him, trying to process the words. Fake dating? With him? The brooding, dangerous, irresistible Rhett Blackwood? “You’re insane,” she said finally.

"Here's my card." ​ Without another word, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the sudden silence of my room. ​ I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at the black card. I knew he had thrown me a massive lifeline last night, and I genuinely wanted to repay his kindness... but a fake relationship with an NHL superstar was just too high of a price. Cole had already destroyed my trust. If I entered a fake relationship with a guy like Ethan, I was definitely going to end up catching real feelings and getting hurt. I couldn't risk my mental health like that.

Her eyes narrow. Oh! Just that… A little surge of relief rushes through my veins. “So?” I keep my voice flat, bored. A flicker of shock passed over her face for a second. “So, what could the future Alpha possibly want with a nobody like you?” She steps closer, rage burning in her eyes. “Except you are doing something you shouldn't be doing after that petty stunt you pulled at the rink nights ago?” I meet her gaze, channeling every ounce of fake submission I can muster. “He was asking about homework.” The lie rolls off my lips effortlessly.

I'm still the wolfless omega mutt and that's not going to change because I am dating the Alpha's son…fake dating. I shuddered, a thought suddenly coming to my mind as I had just reminded myself it was all fake. What would happen if everyone found out it's fake? I shook my head. No, I shouldn't be thinking about this, it's too early for this. Saying this, I got up and decided to try out the first and only option I got. It was a simple plain blue dress…one of Luna Sarah's. She'd given it to me in the past, at a time when she wanted me to be her escort to an event and didn't want me to look shabby.

If security finds them, they'll probably take away my key privileges too. I save my work and quietly close the computer lab door behind me. I should just leave, pretend I didn't hear anything. But curiosity kills the cat, right? I creep down the hallway toward the sounds. They're coming from the locker room. As I get closer, I can make out actual words. "...can't keep going like this..." "...affecting all of us..." "...the Alpha's getting suspicious..." Alpha? What kind of weird fraternity talk is that? I press myself against the wall next to the locker room door. It's cracked open just enough for me to peek inside.

Mia cries. They both hug me tightly again. Next I told them about Lucas, the fake dating plan, the whole insane mess. The second I mention Lucas, their jaws drop. By the time I was done explaining the fake dating plan, Lily looks like she’s about to faint, and Mia is pacing the room like a caged animal. “Lucas? As in Alpha Lucas? The hockey god? The billionaire? The playboy?” Mia’s voice gets higher with every word. “Yes,” I mumble.

As he swung his leg over and pulled off his helmet, the entire marriage registration office collectively forgot how to breathe. A few she-wolves blatantly stared, one even elbowing her friend and whispering, “Holy hell, who is that?” Alpha David ignored them completely. He strolled over to me, flopped down into the seat next to mine, crossed one long leg over the other, and smirked. “Well, well, has our mighty Alpha Louis finally come around?” His silver eyes glinted with amusement. “Agreed to a fake marriage to deal with your family’s nonsense?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s not just about the family.”

Maridelle’s wine is almost drained, but happiness told her to participate. “We will see such promising future of the love that gets stronger the second time around,” Alpha Lachlan ecstatically announced. If Alpha Mikhail is playing the game of wearing deceitful facades and the game of lies, well Alpha Lachlan considered himself a fast learner. “For Nyx and Alpha Mikhail! Cheers!”

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players