Romans & histoires My Hockey Alpha Free

"You did. But you also said the expansion into Ravenfall would be a walk in the park, and I’m currently looking at three dozen crates of hockey equipment that need to be cleared by the Council by dawn." "That’s why I have a fierce Luna to handle the logistics," he murmured, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "And why I’m the best Alpha in the league. We’re undefeated, Rhea. The Blackport Wolves are headed for the finals, and the territory has never been more secure."

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

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.”

“You gave a nice speech, Alpha Ricky. I have to admit that myself but the truth is, you’re wrong about everything—well, nearly everything.” “You’ve been lying to me for the past hour, why should I believe anything else that comes out of your mouth?” I said. “Believe it or not, we’re not trying to take over your pack or your region. And it’s time I stop the games and get on with this meeting.” The Alpha said. “What games?” I asked, suddenly alert. “Alpha Ricky, my name is Alpha Benjamin and please, allow me to introduce my beautiful fiancée, Shannon Hirthe.”

written in what looked like Maya's handwriting on a whiteboard behind them. Mom: We're all watching the livestream together! Show them what a true Alpha can do on the court sweetheart! Adrian: Don't embarrass us out there little brother. I've been telling everyone at the office that my sibling is about to dominate basketball. Maya: Ignore Adrian he's being dramatic as usual. Just play YOUR game and have fun! We're so proud of you already! ❤️ Dad: Remember what we discussed about channeling your wolf strength without making it obvious to human observers. You've got this son.

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

I start to think back to my experiences playing hockey, especially the most intense and successful games I’ve played. I go silent as I begin to realize what Alex might be referring to. When I’m playing at my best, there are moments when I seem to know exactly what’s going to happen before it actually does. I can anticipate where the ball is going to be, predict how other players will move, and make decisions that seem to come from some kind of instinct that goes beyond normal athletic ability. During the most recent game against the rival team, there were several times when I seemed to be playing three or four moves ahead of everyone else, like I could see the future of the game unfolding in

he says in a tone that says there's no argument. My wolf paces violently inside me, but I keep a straight face. Of course, my father always wants Lizzy because of pack politics and alliance. “And if I don't?” I raise an eyebrow, my fists clenching by my side. Something close to a smirk dances on his lips. “You give up your hockey career and the Alpha position.” Something snaps inside of me and my jaw clenches so hard. He's giving me an ultimatum.

He agreed and I ended the call. I walked over to Matthew’s office and sat down across from him at his desk. He raised an eyebrow at me, “Can I help you?” I laughed, “You can. I just got off the phone with Alpha Brock. What do you think about letting the kids in his pack go to our new schools?” He sat back in his chair and fiddled with his pen in his hand thoughtfully, “I think if we have an alliance with the pack, they will be okay to attend.” I added, “He also asked about access to the rec center. I told him everything that will be in it and he is excited about it. I told him that we might be able to negotiate a flat yearly rate per pack. I told him that I’m not looking to make a profit, bu

“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.”