Novel & Cerita Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha

“All right.” We stood there for another long moment, the agreement settling into the cold around us. Then Damian reached down, picked up a loose puck, and held it out. I stared at it. He waited. Eventually I took it. Our gloves brushed. The contact was brief. It still sent a current straight up my arm that lingered after he had already turned toward the tunnel. “Same time tomorrow,” he said without looking back. “Early. If you come, we skate. If you don’t, I’ll know the door closed again.”

I couldn’t sleep. The memory of her walking away followed me everywhere, even in my empty apartment. To escape the pain, I threw myself into hockey. I trained harder than ever, using the exhaustion to numb the emptiness in my chest. I gave everything I had to the game, skating until my lungs burned and my body could barely move. I pushed myself harder and harder until I finally made it to the NHL draft. And now five years had passed. Five years of silence and wondering where she was, whether she hated me, and whether she ever thought about those nights we spent together in college.

He corrupted the relic to get his revenge. Alpha Richard stepped forward, his heavy boots clicking loudly against the hard ice. He did not look at the townspeople, and he did not look at my dad. He turned his face directly toward the dark curtain where Holden and I were hiding. His yellow eyes flared with a sick, twisted joy. I know you are here, boy, Alpha Richard’s voice boomed through the empty arena, echoing off the metal rafters. I can smell the pathetic scent of your fated mate from a mile away. Did you think your little tunnel trick would keep you hidden from me?

SEVEN I had spent years fighting for my place in professional hockey, sacrificing sleep, comfort, and almost everything else to become the player I wanted to be, but now I was being forced to choose between that dream and the territory my father had left behind. The announcement confirming that my next game would take place on the same day as the Alpha challenge felt like a cruel joke, especially because neither the council nor my hockey organization seemed willing to make things easier. If I missed the game, I could lose the chance to impress the scouts who might determine my future, but if I missed the challenge, the council could declare me unfit to rule and allow Blood Moon to claim my t

"I brought you here because your little love letter said we should meet and make plans for this fake relationship. Remember?” "Ouch!" Hakeem placed a hand over his chest dramatically. For a split second, however, his expression changed. A flicker of something crossed his eyes before his usual smirk returned. Of course, how could I forget? I'd actually been disappointed when I first read that letter. For a few glorious seconds, I'd thought I had a secret admirer. Maybe Hakeem had finally decided to confess his undying love for me! But it just turned out to be Hakeem, asking me to meet him to discuss our fake relationship.

“Unless there's another pretty girl hiding behind you.” Oh. I hated this place already. Before I could respond, another voice called from the other end of the rink. “Somebody finally hooked up the Alpha?” I blinked. Then I slowly turned toward Leander. “Alpha?” He closed his eyes. As though he was asking whatever deity had created me for patience. I looked back at the hockey players gathering around us. “Alpha? Are you some sort of gay kink or stuff?” Silence. Complete, devastating silence. Then somebody choked.

I followed the scent instead, sideways, away from the gate, toward the service road where the plows kept a lane open to the highway. I saw them as I rounded the corner of the east wing. A white van with no plates sat idling at the end of the road, exhaust curling in the cold, the rear door gaping open like a mouth. Two men stood at its edge. One of them had Sloane pinned against his chest, one arm locked around her waist, his glove clamped over her face. Her boots dragged through the slush, searching for something to hold. "LOOSE HER!" The voice that tore out of me did not sound human. It carried the Alpha command I had spent years learning to leash, and it cracked across the dark like a whi

By the time I was done, school was over, and I decided to go to hockey practice. The first person I saw was Cece. I noticed she was one of the puck girls, in a puck girl's uniform. Sensing me, she tapped Amber, who turned to look at me. I held my bag closely as I searched for Zeke, and I found him, his white hair glittering as he played with his team. I thought back to last night. I had just seen the man bury a body, ask me out and threaten that if I didn't say yes he would kill me.

Cole’s reviewing the schedule, Mikey’s scrolling through his phone, and Jimmy’s icing his shoulder from practice. “Harper posted about the event,” Mikey says suddenly. “Tagged the team, the rink, the foundation. We actually look… functional.” Cole chuckles. “See? Miracles happen.” “Comments are blowing up. People saying the hockey team and Alpha Chi should collab more often.” I ignore them, pretending to study the stats sheet on the coffee table. Cole catches it. “You going to pretend you didn’t hear that, or should we start planning the wedding?”

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?”