My Hockey Alpha Free Online Novels & Stories

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

I narrowed my gaze at Meyer, shocked, and glanced at Vincent, who nodded in agreement with his best friend. "He mentioned wanting to ask you out even before you ran away. Meyer is a stand-up guy—vice-captain of the Onyx Moon Pack hockey team. I'm the captain, of course." He ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head to the sky as if posing for an ad. "Two-timing slut?" I whisper, baffled. "Yes. You're dating Alpha Henry of the Jade Moon Pack, his beta, and the famous basketball player, Jason Harris. Now we hear that you are seducing the alpha twins."

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.”

Their golden eyes glowed in the darkness, reflecting my every move. I stood inside the circle of ancient runes, their pale light creeping over my skin. A reminder that anyone standing in this circle—even an Alpha—had to strip away his pride. Here, the law wasn’t mine. The law was only theirs. Eldric’s staff, belonging to the oldest Elder, struck the stone floor. The thud echoed, shaking the chamber. “Kaelan Viero,” his voice was low, raspy, yet filled with power. “The Alpha of Nightbane who chose hockey over his pack’s blood. At last, you return.”

I drew in a sharp breath of cold air and held it until my lungs ached, trying to shake the warmth still sitting under my ribs where it had absolutely no business being. "Hey, Alphas!" The shout cracked across the lake, and my head snapped up. A group of pack members skated closer, blades cutting bright lines into the surface. One of them spun his stick with a grin, breath clouding in white puffs. "Fancy a game?" he called, flipping a puck in his other hand. "You've been lazing around this whole season." Ryker's head snapped up immediately, hunger lighting his eyes. Soren slowed, circling, watching. Kael didn't move right away.

Happiness to be free as who I am. Suddenly, a recognized husky voice snapped me out of my reveries with his hoarseness. “Hey, chick! Out of it or ready to get your brain smashed into pieces for the birds to feast on?” Alpha Matt shouted. As a well-recognized chase game that was no longer new to me, I stepped into the drawn circle at the far front of everyone watching me with a smirk at the edge of their lips like I was some sort of shits. “You talk with that mouth, don't you?!” Alpha Matt, muttered angrily at my silence.

He just wanted to get me. “Oh… I forgot,” he whispered. “It was because someone couldn’t control their temper.” He said, tapping his temple dramatically. “That damn temper.” My jaw tightened. I straightened up as I held the net tighter. “Can you stop?” I asked, forcing the words through my teeth. Sky flung his stick over his neck with a small smile on his face, totally ignoring my warning. “Come to think of it, nothing beats picking pucks with an Alpha. Don’t you think?!”

the dark-haired boy said. Suddenly, all of them were throwing insults at me, seeming to get closer and closer. Just then, the doors to the stadium swung open, and a tall figure with ruffled dark hair and piercing blue eyes stepped inside. His presence alone shut everyone up as all attention shifted towards him, including mine. Even though I had only been here for two months, I had heard of him countless times. It was Lucas, one of the few Alphas in our school. The captain of the ice hockey team and the notorious playboy of the school.

Knox's POV For a heartbeat, my blood runs cold, disbelief locking me in place as I stay frozen. Then pure boiling rage blasts through me. My fingers curl into tight fists until my nails bite my palms. Adrian Voss! The captain of the Bluefang team, my hockey rival. I didn't know he was from the Blue Crest Pack. All I know about him is that he is the future Alpha of his pack. “It's Adrian,” I finally whisper to Maverick.

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