Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

“You’ve become tonight’s diamond, Miss Billion-Dollar Beauty.” “Please stop,” I muttered, sipping water. “Don’t act innocent,” she teased. “Half the men here are dying to talk to you.” As if on cue, a tall man with sandy blond hair approached us. He looked sharp, confident, with a natural Alpha air. “Miss Alice White, correct?” His voice was deep, charming. “Yes,” I said, turning to him. “I’m Alpha Luke of the North Pack.” He offered his hand, and I shook it politely.

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,

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.”

I continued, “they might not like me anymore, they would be scared of me and some won’t want me as their Alpha” “I am not angry you kept this from me”, she said softly. “I shouldn’t keep things from you, I know that now”. “But I didn’t before.” She intently examined my face. “Does Nick know?” she asked. “Yes”, “he has known for years”. “And he is fine with it?” she asked. “He knows it,” I uttered. “When we were younger he helped me manage it.” She nodded slowly, absorbing everything. “How do you even play hockey”? she asked suddenly, her eyebrows knotted. How do you follow the puck if everything you see is in black and white”? “How do you know where the players are?”

“I’m an alpha from the Dark Moon wolf pack. My uncle stole the title after my parents died, banished me, and told everyone I was dead. A few know I’m alive… and they’re waiting for me to reclaim my place. I just need someone to pretend to be my mate…stand by me until I take him down. After that, you can walk away. I’ll even pay you. I tried asking other women, but they all have mates… and I don’t see one beside you. So I’m asking you.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to pretend to be your mate… when we both know we’re mates?” He smirked. “Well, technically, you could say it’s… method acting.” I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. This guy… “Sure,” I said, leaning slightly closer

Honestly, I’m only checking it because Coach has this psychotic habit of messaging the team at random hours like military deployment is about to begin. But the second my screen lights up, I frown. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Aurora frowns immediately from the bed. “What?” I don’t answer. Because what the actual fuck am I looking at? There’s a notification from Tyler. Then Duke. Then six different hockey group chats exploding at once. And right at the top? A sports gossip page. NORTHFORD TEA. The caption reads: CAPTAIN JAYDEN VALE STEALS TEAMMATE’S GIRLFRIEND AT HOCKEY HOUSE PARTY?!

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."

When she pulled back from my mother, she turned her full attention toward me, a wide, dazzling smile breaking across her face. "Genevieve, I'm sure you've heard all about my son, Mason, the best hockey player on his team," my mother said proudly, gesturing between the two of us with a fond smile. She then turned back to me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Mason, this is Genevieve, the daughter of the most powerful Alpha in the region." I extended my right hand for a formal, polite handshake, but Genevieve ignored my outstretched palm entirely. Instead, she stepped straight into my personal space and pulled me into a tight, firm hug, pressing her frame flush against my chest.

Chapter 24: The Worst Girlfriend in Hockey *Rhys* "She doesn't know anything about hockey," I said. Marcus didn't even look up from his tablet. "She isn't being asked to coach the children, Rhys. She's being asked to look like a supportive girlfriend." "That's worse." "For you, maybe." "For *everyone.*" He finally glanced up. "The publicity team loves the viral photograph. A community clinic is a perfect follow-up. Wholesome. Family-friendly. You, her, a dozen kids, a few cameras. Thirty minutes."

Here were Alphas who had accomplished so much, fought ten times as many battles and overcame a thousand times as many obstacles. And here I was, a college hockey player with a ragtag group of friends as my pack and a tiny island town to protect from rogues. “Ah, Enzo,” one of the Alphas, a man named Cerys, said as we approached. “How nice to see you again. We were just talking about you.” “Nice to see you too, Cerys,” I said with a polite nod. “I hope you’re enjoying the party.” One of the other Alphas, a burly man named Lucian with a grizzled beard, turned to Matt and eyed him up and down for a moment. “And who is your friend?” he asked, glancing at me.