My Hockey Alpha
“I’m not a princess. My parents just go… overboard.”
Jessica giggled. “Nina, your dad is literally called the Alpha King. Emphasis on ‘king’. You are, quite literally, a princess.”
As we stepped into my room, I couldn’t help but sigh a little. Jessica was right; I was the daughter of the Alpha King, the missing princess. “But I don’t feel like one,” I muttered, still feeling rather like an outsider looking in on this strange, royal world.
Lori was the first to dive into the whirlwind of makeup and hair styling, taking a seat in front of the vanity mirror. Jessica, always the sillier one, teased Lori about her growing fondness for girly rituals.