My Hockey Alpha Neighbor Novels & Stories

‘Be ready for your punishment,' his voice rasped in my mind. ‘And how will you punish me?’ I asked chuckling inside. ‘Let’s just say that our new neighbors won’t be very happy.’ “That’s bullshit they just don’t know who Cain really is,” I rumbled, keeping my thoughts aside as I addressed Alpha again. I hated that people had nothing better to do than to spread these ugly rumors. I know they weren’t serious but come on! No person who can dance this well would ever be evil. “And you think you do?” Alpha asked with a raise of his eyebrows making me confused at his question.

Almost as soon as I had the thought, a towering figure detached itself from the nearest group, striding toward us with purpose. “Alpha Noah!” The booming voice belonged to an Alpha who I didn’t recognize at first, although as he approached, I could place him as the Alpha of one of our neighboring packs. I couldn’t quite remember his name, as I hadn’t seen him or his wife in a very long time. “Evening, Alpha Matthias,” Noah inclined his head respectfully as the other man approached. “It’s been too long, my friend.”

"Too late." And I couldn't help but laugh as Byron walked out the door. Then I reached over to grab the phone and dialed the number for the Pine Pack. They were one of the neighboring packs in these mountains; they were located just north of us, higher up in the elevation. After the fourth ring, somebody finally picked up. "Alpha Max speaking," the low, gravelly voice spoke out. I cleared my throat and spoke in my serious Alpha voice. "Alpha Max, this is Alpha Nikko, I am returning your call."

He was easy to spot—number seventeen, moving across the ice with a grace that seemed almost supernatural. The puck dropped, and the game exploded into action. I'd never been particularly interested in hockey before, but watching Ronan play was mesmerizing. He moved like water, fluid and powerful, anticipating plays before they happened. His hockey stick handled the puck with expert precision, passing to teammates, stealing from opponents, driving toward the goal with single-minded determination. "He's magnificent, isn't he?" the Alpha said beside me, pride evident in his voice. "Best player we've had in generations."

"Our rival today is Sharks Predator! A scary team." Ah, that team. I had heard of their team name. But I think as long as Grayson plays, it won't be too scary for Frost Maple because just having Grayson would be a crushing defeat for them. "They also have werewolf members." Oh this one I just found out. "An Alpha too?" I asked quickly. "He's a beta." After hearing that I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then it's still safe. As long as it's not a fellow Alpha, then I don't have to worry.

Started to think Nadia's warning had made me paranoid. Then, on the way out, she slowed just enough to fall into step beside me. "Your cheek looks better," she said warmly. "Ice helps so much." "It does," I agreed. "Damien Knight." She said his name like she was tasting it. "He's actually very good looking. I can see why you held on as long as you did. Must have been humiliating, finding out the way you did." I kept walking. Kept my pace even. "The thing about Alphas," she continued, pleasant as a conversation about weather, "is that they always end up where they belong. With someone who matches them." She glanced at me sideways. "I'm sure you understand that. Coming from where you come from

But I still didn’t get it, my mind refusing to grasp the weight of those words. I turned sharply back to Nick, needing clarity straight from him. “You… tell me. What does being an alpha actually mean?” My voice was soft, almost fragile, betraying the fear curling in my chest. Nick’s eyes lifted to meet mine, and even though he didn’t smile, the warmth in his gaze made my stomach twist. “It means I have to protect these people—from other packs, from danger… from anything that could harm them. They’ve agreed to follow me because they trust me to lead. And I accepted because… because I want to protect you.” His words were steady, but the emotion behind them made my chest ache. The raw honesty i

Ryan's mother slowly folded her napkin before placing it neatly beside her plate. Then she turned toward her son.."Ryan, I don't understand." Her voice remained calm, almost gentle. "You're an Alpha, you're one of the most celebrated hockey players in the country, and people like you don't simply choose a partner. Every woman who stands beside you becomes a reflection of your name." She looked at me briefly before returning her attention to Ryan..“Marrying an ordinary girl with no pack, no title, and no influence will only bring you down."

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 half-yell and hang up. I breathe down, I expect that from him. I dial Alex’s number, but just like the previous times I’ve tried calling him today, it goes straight to voicemail. The fact that both Luna and Alex are unreachable at the same time can’t be a coincidence. “Still no answer from Alex,” I tell Cassie grimly. Just as I’m putting my phone away, we encounter someone that makes both of us freeze in surprise and suspicion. Jaxon from the rival hockey team is walking through the resort lobby.