My Hockey Alpha Free Online の小説・ストーリー

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.”

I kept my balance, my steel blades carving a sharp arc into the ice as I turned to chase the play into the corner. The game turned dirty within the first five minutes. It was not normal hockey. The Boston players were not chasing the puck; they were chasing the honey scent. Every time I went near the boards to battle for a loose rubber disk, two or three opposing Alphas would crowd into my space. They did not try to lift my stick. They aimed their gloved hands high, their forearms pushing hard against my chin, trying to scrape their gear across my neck gland to disrupt the permanent mark.

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."

“Riven… there aren’t drugs that can completely erase what you are. The suppressants help manage the symptoms, but your body is changing. Fighting it this hard is only making things worse. You need to consider accepting it. Maybe even coming out to the people who matter.” I growled, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. I slammed both hands on her desk, leaning forward. “Are you really going to be like this? Do you know what that would mean? I won’t be able to play hockey anymore! Omegas aren’t allowed to compete at this level. My scent alone could distract every Alpha on the ice. My body gets weaker when I push too hard. If this keeps up, I’ll lose everything I’ve wo

(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."

It's him. The Alpha.

Blood Moon, Alpha, mate. Shit.

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."