My Hockey Alpha Free Online Novels & Stories

Respect your fucking Alpha. Ugh.

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.”

he laughed and I could feel the stench of vomit and alcohol escape from his lips. "I haven't seen you around here before... Are you lost... Pretty girl?" he slurs in his words. He was tall and really muscular with sandy blond hair and a smug grin that was really annoying. He wore a black shirt that fit tightly around his huge body and dark jeans. Who in hell does this crazy bastard think he is? He must be asking for his death wish that's for sure. He sure is lucky Peter isn't around. ‘Emily he isn't human. This is an Alpha, a strong one at that.’ Esme informed me.

his friend, who came from the Hendrix pack, clapped his hand. Murgine grinned in triumph while putting his rifle down. “I am sure this year, you will win the Gourger game.” Murgine chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't be too sure. Even if Jack won't participate, the Alphas from Hendrix and Holmes might join the game." "The Alphas? That's impossible," his friend laughed at the idea. "They never participated before. Not even once." "Who knows? They might." "Even if they do, you still have the chance. You practiced a lot didn’t you?"

He grabbed Marcus by the front of his hockey jersey and slammed him hard against the plastic barrier wall. The thick glass panels rattled as the two rivals began a brutal, bloody duel right on the edge of the ice rink. Holden completely rejected his hockey ambition, focusing entirely on tearing Marcus apart to keep the field clear for me. I did not stop to watch them fight. I broke into a frantic run, sliding and slipping across the wet ice toward the center of the rink. Alpha Richard watched the chaos in the stands, his face twisting into a furious snarl. He realized his shield of hostages was falling apart. He looked back down at me as I approached the wooden chair.

“Yeah. I’m not playing hockey again.” “…Fine, if that’s what you want.” The coach is silent for a long moment before he finally speaks. “Right then. I’ll take you off the roster. You’re no longer a hockey player here.” Alex doesn’t reply, his footsteps coming closer to the door. Rita says something to the coach, but my ears are filling with static now. No longer…playing hockey? Wasn’t he the one who said hockey is his drama club? Didn’t he take his team to nationals and celebrate along with his friends? I just don’t understand at all.

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 got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery. I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?" I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?" "No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight" Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey g

But Hazel pulled my hand and directed my body towards the hockey players who had just arrived at this building. "Look, he's our college hockey captain. His name is Drake. He's a really good player but if I could be his girlfriend, I wouldn't." She whispered into my ear. "Drake is a playboy. Even if he doesn't like the cheers members, you should be careful." "Why doesn't he like cheers?" Hazel shrugged her shoulders. "Because everyone is crazy about him. Like a game, everyone wants to sleep with him. Because he's handsome, dashing, and definitely good at 'it'. You know what I mean, right?"

I say, breaking the silence in the car. “Yeah?” Lance answers, but Atlas doesn’t move. He just stares ahead as we drive back to the apartment. “What could possibly go wrong if we go see the hockey game tonight?” I ask, glancing at my phone. “We are not here to have fun, Silver,” Lance replies, polite but firm. “I know,” I sigh. “I just want us to go to the arena the Elder Alpha played in before.” Atlas finally shifts. “This is a good opportunity to see what he did while he was in the human world.”