My Hockey Alpha
“With lots of ice.”
As he poured the drink, the bartender kept glancing at me. Then, sliding my drink across the bar, he leaned in closer and said, “You’re not the Alpha King’s daughter, are you?”
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to draw too much attention to myself. “Yes, I am,” I replied cautiously.
The bartender’s eyes lit up with genuine excitement. “Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you then, Princess. I—”
“It’s Nina,” I interjected with a smile as I sipped my drink. “You can just call me Nina.”