Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

said the Alpha cheekily. His wickedness was no doubt a dangerous signal that scared Skyla out of her wits but what shook Skyla to the core was his feigned innocence. Her mind and heart caught the fakeness in it. It was like that calmness that exists before the arrival of the tornado. The Alpha quit his feigned innocent tone and regained his throaty voice as his lusty blue eyes pierced Skyla's breasts and ran all the way down in the area he was lurking for, the one between the legs. In a throaty voice, he snickered, "I think you are sad because I don't remember your name! Well, if you are good at bed, I will surely remember your name and might sleep with you often, my baby girl!"

Plus, there’s something about Weston that makes me feel safe and secure like I can be myself around him without fear of judgment. As we peruse the menu together, I can’t help but think that maybe this “fake dating” thing isn’t so bad after all. Maybe, just maybe, we could become friends? “I have insecurities too, you know,” Weston suddenly says, but he isn’t looking at me. Those eyes of his are locked on his plate, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m the Alpha of my pack at only eighteen, and I’m trying so hard to live up to my parent’s expectations of me, but sometimes I feel overwhelmed.”

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

“Where you came from, where you sleep in this hotel, or who your family is. Nothing. How can we get married—even if it’s fake—when I don’t know a damn thing about you?” Her words sting in ways I don’t expect. For a moment, I consider telling her the truth. That I’m a werewolf—the Alpha of Alphas. That my home is far away, and she needs to come with me to be my Luna and the mother of my pups. But she’s not ready. She’d run if she knew. I smile—charming, disarming. It always works. “Why don’t we go on a date tomorrow?” I suggest lightly. Her head tilts, and her lips part in surprise. “A date?” she repeats, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

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.

Adam said to Natalie, trying to minimize the effect of his actions. “Are you kidding me, Alpha Hawkins?” Alex stepped in. “Do you know how many alpha male we have here today that chose a mate and after that they met their fated mates? Why the fuck do you try to fool us here and make it look like you were forced to cheat your Luna when the reality is that you did it only because you are an egoistic jerk?” “You know nothing!” Adam growled at him, but Alex laughed. “Alpha Kyle!” Alex said, looking at a well-known young alpha. “What did you do when you met Alpha’s Torres daughter and realized that she was your fated mate, three months after you married your chosen Luna?”

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

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.

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.

“We found her this time. For real.” My heart pounded so hard it hurt. I didn’t want to believe it, not again. We’d been through this before. Every time, it was a dead end. Every time, I got my hopes up just to have them crushed. But this time… something in his eyes told me it was different. “Where?” I asked quietly. He grinned. “At the enterprise. She’s working there. Cleaning staff, under a fake name. But it’s her, Alpha. I’d bet my life on it.”