My Hockey Alpha Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say, pointing to the bag, “hopefully.” Tyler grins and says, “Dude, you’re either brave or stupid, because the hockey team here is like royalty, half the school looks up to them, and the other half keeps their distance.” My stomach twists, and I ask, “Keeps their distance?” “Not literally, mostly,” he says, laughing at my face, “they’re not bad guys, but they’re all alphas or future alphas from big packs, with their own hierarchy thing us humans don’t really get, and they’re crazy good at hockey, like scary good.”

"We've got time. And I want to know. Need to know, really, if I'm going to understand what I am." He was quiet for a moment, his fingers still tracing those lazy patterns on my back. Then he sighed, and I felt it through his whole chest. "Like to you already know, an Alpha is the leader of a pack," he started. "The strongest wolf, usually, but not always. It's about dominance, yes, but also about responsibility. Protecting the pack, making decisions, keeping everyone safe." He paused. "My father is the Alpha of our pack. Has been for over thirty years."

"Trying. For longer than I should've." "Is that why you joined hockey?" I asked. "The hockey, the grades, the pack leadership track, Skylar." He said voice steady. "All of it calculated. I picked every single one of those things because at some point he'd mentioned it as the standard." He laughed, short and humorless. "Like I was filling in a form. The Alpha heir checklist. Hockey captain, check. Perfect girlfriend, check. High pack ranking, check." He looked at me sideways. "None of it ever made him look at me differently."

Nicholas said. "Alpha book?" Devon replied. "The alphas are chosen by the moon goddess herself and the only way you can know if an alpha is truly an alpha is by the book that talked about his past, present, and a little bit of their future." Nicholas explained. "I don't know what you're talking about." Devon said, looking to and fro as if he'd get a glimpse of everything that is going on. "You don't have it?" Nicholas asked, but Devon didn't respond.

He might have Alpha blood, but he couldn’t use it on her against her mate. He leaned closer into her personal space again, making Alicia clutch at the door handle behind her. “Return to me before the engagement ceremony. Be mine. I’ll give you everything you deserve. I will give you a much better position. We’ll go back to how it used to be. I’ll be a much better choice for you.” “Screw you.” Alicia pushed against his chest, wanting nothing more to do with him. But her attempt was futile against an Alpha, a hockey player, the next Alpha King. She bounced off him like he was a wall.

“What are you talking about?” I leaned in, lowering my voice even though it was just us. “She’s using you. She doesn’t care about hockey boy Ryder. She cares about the name. The connection. The leverage. She’s Alpha Reed’s daughter and she's been raised on power plays and manipulation. And you? You’re just a pawn.” I talked as I hit my finger on his chest making him swallow every word that came out of my mouth. “Stop,” he snapped, but his voice cracked.

“Same old. Ready for the grind?” He was one of the few other Alphas on the team. Just the two of us, really. Everyone else was Beta — solid, reliable, and no drama. No Omegas, of course. They were considered too fragile for this level of hockey, with too many liabilities with heats, slow recovery, and scent issues. The league kept them out for “safety reasons.” Fine by me. I mean, it made things simpler too. I settled in, slipped my headphones on, and let the low bass drown out the chatter as the bus rumbled to life.

*** Anna’s pov The Alpha excused himself, using that calm, controlled tone he always used when he didn’t want me to realize I was getting on his nerves. I stood there for a moment and watched the door swing shut behind him. The silence he left in his wake was irksome, it was thick and heavy… almost judgmental. I blew out a hard breath, rolled my eyes then finally looked down at the table where they had been sitting on when I entered. Books were there. They were sprawled like some gigantic study group had taken place—Selene’s handwriting in the margins, tiny reminders in tidy, human script. “Conflict resolution for packs.” “The Luna’s responsibility.” “Intra-alpha disputes.”

He looks like he bathes in milk and has never needed a toilet, his skin is so. “hey can you move we usually sit here” And he opened his mouth ladies and gentlemen. “you just had to ruin it .”I sigh and go back to my phone ignoring what he said. Male Alphas are the worst sometimes. “what?” he looks at his friends who are also handsome as fuck but in a different way than his they are clearly both Alphas too. I also take the time to take a quick look at them. The one on the right has messy curly hair that make him look like a golden retriever personified and is tall as fuck and the one on the left has long hair tied in a ponytail and has really full lips. He also looks like he doesn’t want to b

I tried to dart to the left, using my center of gravity to slip past Larsen. Graves was already moving. He lunged forward, his massive hands grabbing my shoulder and shoving me brutally back against the steel dumbbell rack. The hard iron rods bit into my spine, making me let out a gasp of pain. Before I could strike back, Miller moved like a flash. He reached out. Grabbed my left arm, twisting it down toward the bench. His grip was iron, crushing my skin right above my wrist. I thrashed violently, using all my hockey strength to pull, but against three elite Alphas without my pads, I was completely overpowered. Larsen grabbed my shoulder, pinning my upper body flat against the steel rack.