My Hockey Alpha Book Novels & Stories

Where would I even start? "Intimidation," I murmured. "Power dynamics. Alpha behavior." I moved along the shelves, scanning titles, pulling out books, and setting them aside. My mother's organizational system was beginning to make sense to me; she had grouped books by topic, with the most important or frequently referenced ones at eye level. And then I saw it. A thick volume bound in dark leather, its title stamped in gold, "Mastering the Council: A Guide to Navigating Alpha Politics."

"We now hold total leverage to compete directly against the Frost family, and Alpha Marcus won't be able to use his political power to push us out of the league anymore." "That is exactly what I wanted to hear," I said, holding Ruth's hand a little tighter while a cold feeling of determination settled deep in my chest. "Alpha Marcus thought he could get rid of me five years ago, but now we own the team that is going to dismantle his entire empire on the ice." "Mommy, can we go look at the big ice rink after your meeting?" Ruth asked, looking up at me with her wide, curious eyes while she pulled gently on my fingers.

Alpha Greyson and I didn't get off to a good start, so I'll make sure everything works out in the end. The title of the book was the first thing that caught my attention when I opened it. The Sacred List of North Pack. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous when I open the book. The book's vintage was clear because practically every page was torn open, so I was cautious. The names of renowned people who became the Alpha of the North Pack are included on each page.

Both could be deadly to a wolf if given in large quantities, whereas in small doses it would prevent our wolves from coming forward and healing us. During the duration of the meeting, I had managed to successfully sign alliances with six other packs. The biggest plus for me was becoming an ally with Moonrock Pack. My father had spent years trying to negotiate an alliance with their former Alpha only for nothing to ever come of it. Luckily for me that old man was dead and gone, his brother now running the pack as he had no children to pass his title to. Alpha Toronto may be older than the rest of us but fuck me had he made his pack proud. During his short time as Alpha, he had almost quadrupl

Another said. I could feel the energy in the room shift at the mention of his name. I nearly rolled my eyes out of my skull. Ian Nightshade. The soon to be Alpha of our pack. The Icy Captain. Hockey god, emotional void, six-foot-four wall of hostility wrapped in a striking face. The guy didn’t smile. I was fully convinced his facial muscles weren’t wired for it. And I could not—for the life of me—understand why every girl in our class, including my best friend, acted like he was the goddess’s personal apology to women.

I looked at the corpses littering the floor—Dad, Mom, my sisters, my cousins. Everyone was dead. I was the only one left. 90 points. A rusty dagger. And a [Hourglass of Time Reversal] that I wasn't even sure would work. The chat fell silent. Those high-and-mighty "gods" were no longer laughing; they were shocked. *"This Alpha's obsession is too deep. Who exactly is he looking for?"* *"It's over. This instance is collapsing. No one can clear this."* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice.

She, terrified, did not hesitate to answer his question. “Three months.” This answer seemed to satisfy something within him, though he looked disappointed. “In all the packs I know, an Alpha must be strong, wise, and kind, to lead his pack forward with ease and to live long himself. But as for you all, who is this that you let become your Alpha? How did you let him become your Alpha?” He turned to the other werewolf without waiting for an answer. “How did you become the Alpha?” The other did not answer, and this annoyed Alpha James. He did not need to do anything, however, because one of the eighty-nine, moved by passion and the thrill after such a demolishing victory, cuffed the other Alpha

Alex looked over to where Ash was looking and saw four people. One was a long, black-haired female with good style who looked older and clearly was an alpha. And an arm was wrapped around her by a man who is clearly his mate, and he is also Alpha. Next to them was a boy who was like a teenager's kid and was also an Alpha. He was holding hands with a pretty lady with brown, shaggy hair and glasses. She was a beta. He saw the four of them make their way towards a table. Alex looked over at Ash and grabbed his hand gently as he led them to the table his siblings were at with their drinks in their free hands.

“It’s just gonna be very intense, very hot and very...wet. you know what I mean?” Alex cast a glance back towards the living room and swallowed. Alvin went on, his tone taking on a doctorly edge, “It might go on a bit longer than usual because he hasn’t had one in a while. Just remember that as his heat Alpha it’ll be your job to make sure he stays hydrated and satisfied.” Alex shook his head as his cousin sniggered on the other end of the line. “I’m—I’m I am his Alpha but he, he not going to let me do anything.”

“And staying alive means you get to see Cassie again. To complete the bond. To have a future. Pride isn't worth dying for, Knox.” The logic is sound even if it is against everything I've been taught. Alphas don't yield. Alphas fight until they win or die trying. But I'm not really an Alpha anymore, am I? Not without my wolf. “Okay.” I nod slowly. “Defensive strategy. Survive. Don't try to win.” “Good.” Maverick claps my shoulder. “Now let's run through some defensive moves. Because one day from now, you're going to need every advantage you can get.”