My Hockey Alpha Book Novels & Stories

We’re in deep trouble. THIRD PERSON POV: It’s evening at the Shadow Pelt Pack. Anna and Holly are sitting in the living room of the Alpha’s mansion, sipping wine, when a guard rushes in. “My Luna!” he calls out, dropping to one knee in front of Holly. “A call from one of the Military Generals in the United States.” “What is it this time?” Holly huffs, putting down her glass while Anna continues sipping her wine. “It’s about Alpha Prince Hu.”

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're in the game tomorrow, and since you don't know a thing about hockey, I figured we could use this power outage to study something fun for once." "What's that?" I asked, trying to peer at the book in his lap from where I was sitting. Adrien grinned, flipping a few pages as if it were a magazine. "Hockey for Dummies," he said with a wink. "Thought it might be useful for you, seeing as you've missed a couple of practices." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. So, what are we studying tonight? Penalty shots and checking?"

So much worse. “ If you’d focused on your Alpha training like you’re supposed to, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he’d said. “ You wouldn’t be splitting your time, and I wouldn’t be asking you to give up this childish obsession.” Childish. That’s what he called my dream. Hockey wasn’t just a sport to me— it was a part of who I was. And the upcoming game next month? It wasn’t just any game. It was the game. The one I’d been waiting years to play in.

Everyone checked out identical to their original references. An Alpha command is a command that is the highest of its kind. When you are under Alpha command you cannot lie and must do or answer what is asked of you. It’s like a built-in lie detector that an Alpha uses to rule their pack. Drake also had not gathered any new intel from the High Moon Pack – the rogue pack “gone good” as I like to joke to myself. I am struggling to understand the concept; hence the delay in us signing a full alliance with Drake and the Blue Moon Pack.

And if I couldn’t protect him, then what the hell was I worth as Alpha, as his mate? I turned from the window and crossed the room to the far wall of shelves. The books lining it were thick, old volumes passed down through generations of Alphas, some with cracked spines, some newer, placed there for show. My hand slid along them until it stopped at the third shelf from the bottom. I pulled out a heavy black-bound ledger and pressed it into the slot behind it. A soft click answered, muffled, almost imperceptible to anyone else’s ear.

I begrudgingly asked Romeo. “No! No! It can’t be!” Alpha Henry exclaimed while looking at the book. “What can’t be Alpha Henry?” Alpha Maddox questioned. Henry pointed at the book. “Alpha Lorenzo Sinclair has just been made Supreme Alpha.” And the real chaos began.

The sound makes her blush and I shoot her a wink. “Man, you’re distracting,” she huffs and looks down at the open book in front of her again. I continue to watch her, but then she pauses, frowning slightly, and I wonder what’s confusing her. “You know, generations of Alphas have read those texts. Many can’t make heads or tails of them,” I explain, remembering how those books used to annoy the shit out of me. Faded Cyrillic and English texts are never a good thing to hand to an eighteen-year-old.

“Besides, our little pup inside your belly is the one who is actually hungry for the fruits under the moon.” “The pup wants to watch the hockey match, not eat your whole bowl,” I say, and my boots take a small step closer to his large frame inside the Alpha’s Sky Den. “Come sit right here on my lap, honeybee,” Kael commands with that deep, warm alpha voice that always makes my she-wolf feel super safe and happy. “The Blackwood Territory team is skating out onto the white ice on the television screen right now, and my arms need to be wrapped tight around your waist before the first puck drops.”

I saw wolves clashing and fighting in a vicious battle; blood filled most ppartsof the earth. I had seen Xavier and Alpha Baron in the fray, their skin was as red as crimson, their roars shaking the ground. And in the chaos, I had felt something pulling me, something familiar and terrifying at the same time. I needed answers. I reached for a thick-volume book; dust covered it like it hadn't been touched in a decade. It was on the top shelf, and the golden letters on it could hardly be seen. It read, **The History of the Lost Alphas**

Alphas did not beg. But I was not an alpha. I was an omega who had spent her whole life being told she was not enough, and hockey was the only thing that had ever made her feel like she was, and I would kneel in front of a thousand alphas if it meant I could stay on the ice.