Romans & histoires My Hockey Alpha Free Online

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.”

He nods to Blade, whose still trying to get the paint off his face. "And a B...." He smiles. "These are the Alpha balls. They're hidden in there with your ammo. There's only three and it's anybodys game who gets them. You can only shoot the Alpha with the same letter on the ball. You nail one of us, you get one Friday off. You get two Alphas, it's two Fridays off. You nail all three of us...well, my friends, you just earned yourself an entire week off. Because that will be damn hard."

“Same old. Ready for the grind?” He was one of the few other Alphas on the team. Just the two of us, really. Everyone else was Beta — solid, reliable, and no drama. No Omegas, of course. They were considered too fragile for this level of hockey, with too many liabilities with heats, slow recovery, and scent issues. The league kept them out for “safety reasons.” Fine by me. I mean, it made things simpler too. I settled in, slipped my headphones on, and let the low bass drown out the chatter as the bus rumbled to life.

(Logan’s POV) The cold air of the arena felt like a tonic, a necessary shock against the relentless, dangerous heat that had been building inside me for weeks. After my desperate surrender to Damian's control, I should have stayed confined in the penthouse, accepting my role as the Alpha’s tether, but the wolfish strength I was suppressing felt like a physical pressure, demanding a real, non-sexual release. Hockey was the only way to bleed off the excess power without exposing the truth.

"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."

Williams escorted me straight to a secure, private VIP box right at the edge of the ice rink. "Stay here. You'll be safe," he said, giving my shoulder a brief, warm squeeze before leaving me to go get dressed in his hockey uniform for the game. When the game started, the sheer energy of the crowd swallowed me whole. The Blackwood Alphas moved across the ice like lightning. They were brutal, fast, and completely dominant. Williams was a force of nature as the captain. He crashed into opponents, stole the puck with superhuman speed, and led his team flawlessly.

"Yes, Alpha. I was at the game, you know I follow the Blackhawks, and I could smell him clearly. He's definitely one of us, but his scent doesn't match any wolf I know from our territory." "That's... concerning. We have agreements with the human sports organizations about disclosure. If there's an unregistered werewolf playing professional hockey, it could expose our entire community." "That's what I was thinking. But there's more." Kane leans forward, his full attention focused on me now. "Go on." "I don't know what he did to my mate, but my mate won't talk to me and has even threatened to break up with me. You know how that will weaken me if that happens, Alpha."

Something unhinged. “…when I can be the Alpha?”

If we need outside help, it could still work because the next Alpha on my list actually owns a few companies that may be of some help. They build for a living, and he could get this done even faster if he wants to join. His name is Alpha Gregory of the Frost Pack. He's a tough man and was friends with my dad his son is great and will make a good alpha when it's his time. Fingers crossed, I call him and I share the details and ideas he is skeptical but as I explain the rules he realizes that it sounds like a win win help and protection for everyone involved just has the request not to invite any of the other packs enemy packs.

Yeah… I will keep seducing him until he realises that he made a mistake to ever compare me to that bitch and when he does and crawl back to my bed… I will reject him. Without another word, I force my weak legs towards the closet, yank it open and remove a nightie from the hanger. I throw it on and walk back to meet him with my head lowered. The silence between us is suffocating. My heart still pounds from rage and humiliation, but his eyes is already turn distant—as if none of this matters. Then, with the cold detachment of a true Alpha, Varek say, “The Nightmoor Pack came here earlier. They’ve requested you as their coach for the ice hockey competition in four months.”