Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games. “What about him?” “He told me last week he’s sick of the puck bunnies. He wants a fake girlfriend to get them off his back till the playoffs are over. Someone who won’t catch feelings, someone who hates hockey players; his words.” She poked my shoulder. “That’s you, babe.” I stared at her. “You’re insane.” “I’m a genius. You get revenge on Caleb by dating his teammate; fake dating, whatever; and Rowan gets peace. Win-win.”

"Kayla just humiliated you in the cafeteria. She's done worse and will continue to. You've got Amanda to deal with too. I'm offering you a chance to date me the Alpha's son and you're rejecting me? Who do you think you are?" "Someone definitely way out of your league," I said, feeling very ashamed, but that was the truth. I was just an ordinary wolfless she-wolf. And he? He was the future Alpha of Crescent Moon's pack, son of Alpha George. Of all the girls he had to choose to date, he chose me? He was either crazy or playing a dumb bet with his friends or something, but I was definitely not going to be his pawn in this game of his.

There were so many interesting informations but my focus had been on pack politics and of course hockey. I found out something interesting, Alpha Killian was a hockey captain of the Frozen Blades. An all male hockey championship team.Finally, I found out something we have in common. I searched the whole internet for any information about Frozen Blades, there were enough articles about them, especially about their sexy stunning captain, i rolled my eyes at that. I am sure he was popular with the girls, that jerk! I was about switching off the internet when a notification popped up on the screen, a newsletter I had subscribed to,

It hurt to breathe. I took out my phone to check the time. There was a message from a number I did not know. It was not a text message. It was a picture. I touched the screen. My breath stopped. It was a picture of my medical records. It said OMEGA on top. It had the fake signature I used to play hockey as an Alpha. The message said: Grand Imperial Hotel. Suite 904. One hour, or the people in charge of hockey and the sports network get the files.

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.

Yeah… I will keep seducing him until he realises that he made a mistake to ever compare me to that bitch and when he does and crawl back to my bed… I will reject him. Without another word, I force my weak legs towards the closet, yank it open and remove a nightie from the hanger. I throw it on and walk back to meet him with my head lowered. The silence between us is suffocating. My heart still pounds from rage and humiliation, but his eyes is already turn distant—as if none of this matters. Then, with the cold detachment of a true Alpha, Varek say, “The Nightmoor Pack came here earlier. They’ve requested you as their coach for the ice hockey competition in four months.”

He half-yell and hang up. I breathe down, I expect that from him. I dial Alex’s number, but just like the previous times I’ve tried calling him today, it goes straight to voicemail. The fact that both Luna and Alex are unreachable at the same time can’t be a coincidence. “Still no answer from Alex,” I tell Cassie grimly. Just as I’m putting my phone away, we encounter someone that makes both of us freeze in surprise and suspicion. Jaxon from the rival hockey team is walking through the resort lobby.

"I said no, Ronan. Find someone else to pretend to be your mate." "I can't." His voice rose slightly in frustration. "The bond is real now. Other wolves will sense it. They'll know if I bring someone else, know that I'm lying. I need you there, or I can't compete at all." I stared at him, anger and confusion warring inside of me. "Why do you even care about some hockey competition? We have bigger problems than..."

The other players, my new teammates, were suddenly very interested in their gear, pretending not to watch the show. "Hockey?" Jax was so close now I could feel the heat radiating off him. His scent was different from the others—sharper, cleaner, like a winter forest right before a storm. It was an Alpha's scent, designed to intimidate, and it was working. My illegal scent blockers felt like a flimsy shield against a tidal wave. "You think what you do is hockey? That circus trick you pulled in the finals? That's not hockey. That's disrespect." "I scored the winning goal," I said, my voice steady even as my hands curled into fists at my sides. "That's my job."

"There isn't much time." "Time for what?" His expression remained unreadable. "My mother won't stop until she's convinced this engagement is real." He opened his door before looking back at me.."So until this contract comes to an end..." My breath caught. I had spent years trying to survive in the world of hockey, now I was expected to survive in an entirely different world. One that belonged to Alphas, ome where eve ry mistake would be noticed and somehow... I had the feeling that learning how to become Ryan Carter's future Luna would be far more difficult than learning how to play hockey.