My Hockey Alpha Book Novels & Stories

“Dusk is here with a healer and an Alpha, yes? You can handle it. Any threat that enters this pack will regret it.” I blinked at the book in his hands. “Dad… what are you even reading?” He held up the cover. “A novel. ‘THE ALPHA’S REKINDLED BOND.’ Apparently, it’s about an Alpha who dumped his Omega mate, went crazy, and then magic brought her back as an Alpha who wants revenge. Idiot.” I stared at him. “Are you serious right now?” “Oh, yes. And guess what? Your mother forced me to read this nonsense. The author—some enchantress named Muleba Makukula, who writes about wolves and territories as if she knows anything. A bunch of she-wolves adore her stories. Absolute garbage.”

I kept wondering what was so secretive about what he was trying to tell us. " I can help you look through the book of alphas ". He said with a mysterious smile. I was dazed at this moment, I didn't know there was a book that can tell you about the history of alphas. It got me more intrigued and just made me want to figure out more and more about it. " There's a book of alphas ?". Anna asked and he nodded in response. She looked surprised just as I was . This was definitely something that shouldn't be said out loud which was probably why he was trying to keep his voice down.

But eventually, I was able to make him out as he was running with three other huge wolves I presumed were Ryan, Jude, and his brother’s wolves, moving past the still alive pack members who they barely injured just to get them out of the way, leaving them for the other warriors to finish, and seeking out the most important member, its alpha. They met in the middle of a hallway. His wolf was just as big as the other alphas. Charcoal black with crazy, glowing green eyes that had my body trembling in fear just from the sight of him standing still, observing his opponents. Standing next to him was another wolf with dark brown fur and almost the same stealth as alpha king’s wolf; his beta no doubt

“You need to eat something. Alpha Reid will be upset.” I scoff, turning my face deeper into the pillow. “Oh, now he gives a damn?” “He checks in every night,” she whispers, like it’s meant to comfort me. “He asks about you. Makes sure you’re okay.” “Then tell him to come see for himself. If he wants me to eat, he can come ask me himself.” Silence. “When will he be back?” I ask, my voice is small, even though I hate myself for it. “Alpha’s been going to hockey practices a lot lately,” she says. “It helps him clear his head.”

In the spirit of compliance and refusing to be difficult, I stood aside and simply stood in a corner, taking a look at the bookshelf and the collection of books that Alpha Damon had. I was pleased to see that he had many titles about how to rule the pack. I had read so many of those books before, and seeing them on his bookshelf was refreshing in an entirely different manner. It was nice to know that he wasn’t just any old alpha, and that he was actually reading to try and figure out how to rule the pack. “I’m impressed. But there is something about these Alphas. What if he is just pretending?” Exasperated, I tried to hide my annoyance with my wolf, even though I understood her, to an extent

I found my place on the right wing and locked my eyes on the far boards so I would not have to look at the captain standing three feet to my left. The puck dropped. The first period was a study in held breath and sudden violence. Their defensemen played heavy. Every board battle left new bruises blooming under my pads. I took a hard hit at the half-wall two minutes in and went down harder than necessary, the impact driving the air from my lungs. For a second the rink tilted. When I looked up Damian was already moving past me, calling for the puck, eyes locked on the play like I was nothing more than another obstacle on the ice.

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

Humming for a moment, she got up and this time I followed her as she wove through the rows of books. Stopping near the back, she looked up at the shelf, narrowing her eyes. “What kind of information are you looking for exactly?” “Territory lines, alliances, past Alphas, that kind of stuff.” Her head turned slightly to me, a wry smile on her face. “You mean information a new Alpha would need?” Chuckling, I nodded. She reached up and took a huge book off the shelf. It wasn’t just thick but was also triple the size of a normal book. My eyes widened as I took it.

There were so many interesting informations but my focus had been on pack politics and of course hockey. I found out something interesting, Alpha Killian was a hockey captain of the Frozen Blades. An all male hockey championship team.Finally, I found out something we have in common. I searched the whole internet for any information about Frozen Blades, there were enough articles about them, especially about their sexy stunning captain, i rolled my eyes at that. I am sure he was popular with the girls, that jerk! I was about switching off the internet when a notification popped up on the screen, a newsletter I had subscribed to,

“You know that’s a dead puck. Hayden marks me as an enemy of the den. If he refuses to run with my sigil, he’ll ensure the other two pups follow his lead.” “Do you require a pup to call you ‘Alpha’ before you’ll hunt for him?” I countered, the sarcasm cutting deep. “Most of the time, the ice isn't completely blocked. If the path forward is frozen solid, shouldn't a real alpha just cut a new channel through the ice?” The perspective caught him completely off guard, leaving him silent as he processed the play. Down in the main hall, Mcqueen checked the digital clock by the hearth as they finished the last of the winter brew.