Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

"Yes, this is my boyfriend Alex. His parents are the talk of the city where he's from, you know. Big business people. And Alex here is going to be the best hockey player alive one day. He's so talented." I nearly choked. Big talk of town ? I opened my mouth but she squeezed my arm harder. Her dad shook my hand, firm. "Hockey, huh? What position?" "Uh, forward," I said, because what the hell else was I supposed to say? "Working hard on it." Lila jumped in again. "He's being modest. Scouts are already looking at him. We're so proud." I stood there smiling like an idiot while she built this whole fake life around me. Rich parents. Future hockey star. Perfect boyfriend. My actual life, a broke s

Kay asked suddenly, bending over to inspect the left side of my collarbone. A sudden spike of adrenaline hit my chest. "M…Mate mark?" I stammered, my fingers instantly flying up to cover my collar, pulling the fabric high against my throat to block his view. "What are you talking about?" "Who did you mate with, you lonely hockey wolf?" Kay smirked, resting his hands on his knees as he searched my face. "Mate..." I scoffed, letting out a forced, dry laugh to mask the panic humming under my skin. "It's a temporary tattoo. I saw the design online a couple of days ago and decided to try it out. Don't overthink it."

I showered until the water ran cold, dressed in layers that hid everything, and walked to the rink through snow that fell in thick, silent sheets. Practice passed in a blur of white ice and controlled violence. I skated hard enough that my lungs burned and my vision tunneled. Damian’s voice cut through the noise only when it needed to. He never once looked at me longer than necessary. The careful distance he had always worn was back in place, thicker than before, as if the raw honesty of the night in my room had never happened. I told myself I was glad. I was lying.

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?”

Marcus finds me an hour later, practically buzzing with excitement. "The Miller fight, the goal, the way you pointed straight at her in the stands—Ethan, this is gold," he says, grinning wide. "Apex wants both of you at the charity skate next week. Cameras everywhere. Whatever you two are doing, keep doing it." "Whatever we are doing," I repeat flatly. "Falling for your fake girlfriend, apparently," Marcus says, laughing at his own joke. "Don't look at me like that. The whole league can see it. Just do not let it blow up in our faces."

“Your she-wolf couldn't go ninety minutes without hearing my gravelly voice, could you? Well, my muscles are good and sweaty right now. If your core wants my tongue to get your body there too, our names can execute a little phone sex.” My tracking sensors know something represents wrong the exact second her voice doesn't laugh. Her lips have been giggling at every single stupid hockey joke of mine since last night cycle, but this time her tongue doesn't even acknowledge my comment. “Why did your alpha power greenlight our hockey show?” she asks, completely out of left field.

"I'll parade you around until I get sick of it. I hope Drexel finds out exactly what's being done to you here. I hope he feels the pain deep in his soul. I will break you, and that in turn will break him." I turn my head to meet his gaze. He smiles eerily. Then, he forces me to turn back to the group of people he was with. It takes me a long time to realize that these people all form a part of his hockey team. I've seen them before. Of course, I don't know anyone's name, but they all play ice hockey, alright. And right now, their looks are saturated with bad intentions. "She's a pretty one, Alpha," one of them remarks. I have no idea who he is. "Maybe we can have some fun with her."

I repeated, not exactly sure why. I had no idea who the person was, but the name… it just landed differently and shifted the air around me. Olive closed her eyes for a second like she was praying for patience, then looked at me again. “The guy you just kissed,” she said slowly, like she wanted the words to sink in. “Is the highest-ranked Alpha in Nightfall.”

“Where is Alpha Brayden? I thought you said you needed the doctor for him.” I motion my head behind him. “Shut the door first.” Hunter quickly adds, “Lock it, too. We don’t need anyone else coming in and seeing this.” My brother glances at the other two men in the room and tilts his head. “You must be Alpha Hunter and Alpha Jacob, Brayden’s boyfriends.” My lip instantly twitches as I bark, “Ex-boyfriends!” The older man jumps slightly before he turns and locks the door. When he turns around towards the bed, I point to Bryanna. “This is Alpha Brayden, but her real name is Bryanna. She is my mate.”

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.”