My Hockey Alpha Neighbor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’ve not done a single thing that would make any of those actions be sensible as retribution against me. And I definitely don’t deserve to be stood up on a date that he planned for us. I turn the corner in a hall, beelining toward the hockey arena. Their championship game may be done, but they’ll keep playing hockey until the end of the school year in their off-season. If Alex will be anywhere, he’ll be there. As I head forward, I see Hailey up ahead. She’s likely going to see Lenard, so hearing me, she turns around.

“Well the brown haired one is Kael Donovan... He’s the captain of the Silver Claws hockey team. And the cold prince looking one is Jace.. Jace Morgan, captain of the Iron Fangs. They are literally the heartthrob of this great prison we call an institution… especially our dear Brielle so trust me darling do not be near the hockey princes.” I blinked, trying to process the information. “Ohhh that explains the googly eyes… And what about… you? Are you also crushing on them?” I asked, a little hesitantly. She shrugged lightly. “I like my life the way it is.. peaceful and calm,” she said simply, a small smirk tugging at her lips. Before I could ask her to clarify what she meant by that, the sharp

The play moved on. But the damage was done. I could still feel him—his grip, his scent, the weight of his attention pressing against my back. The scrimmage intensified. Hits came harder. Tempers flared. One Alpha snapped completely and was dragged off the ice snarling, eyes glowing feral gold, four coaches barely holding him down. No one looked surprised. I kept moving. Always moving. Jayden was everywhere—cutting passes, laughing when he stole the puck, clapping teammates on the back like this was nothing more than a friendly game. At one point, he skated close enough to murmur softly:

There was absolutely no drawback to publicizing our mate bond; in fact, as an unranked Nightbane stray, being linked to the ultimate Alpha of the northern ice rinks would only bring me protection and luxury. “Our short contract is just a corporate trade for stadium gates,” I said softly, keeping my gaze fixed on my lap. “If the skaters and coaches on your hockey franchise found out the Alpha married a broken wolf from the shale line, it would only bring a storm of problems to your den.” My heart was completely empty with a sudden, freezing panic. I didn't know how much truth lay behind my secret guess about that dark night at the Crimson Fang Lodge. If my assumption was false, I could just t

“She knows how to make an exit,” Alpha Stoll said. I faced him and realized neither of us had moved and were still very close. Alpha Stoll looked at me, saw how close we were, and took a step back, clearing his throat. “So, we’re—neighbors,” I said, not wanting to spook him. “I didn’t realize you were Alpha Stoll of Nearside.” “I haven’t introduced myself to anyone since taking over the pack.” “Neither have I. This is a reminder of why that’s important.”

The sun barely kissed the horizon as Alpha Nolan and Luna Peaches stood proudly at the front gates of the pack mansion, preparing to bid farewell to their guests. Their beta, Valor, and his elegant mate stood beside them, offering supportive smiles and well wishes. Everything was going smoothly until the sound of boots on gravel interrupted the calm. "Howdy, neighbor!" a loud, cheery voice rang out. Nolan turned, instantly recognizing the pudgy, red-faced human man huffing toward them from the guest house. Paul, his overly friendly human neighbor, who always smelled of expensive cologne and cookies, waddled over, waving.

The neighbor's words trailed off as he stared at Leo in shock, taking in the transformation from a scrappy teenager to a powerful Alpha. The neighbor swallowed his insults when he saw Leo. "What happened to the family that lived here?" Leo asked icily. The neighbor's expression turned ugly, and he rolled his eyes. "They took the blood money for their daughter's life and split to enjoy it," he answered Leo. Leo's frowned again his words, like he couldn't stomach the neighbor's crude words. "Where did they go?" He asked dangerously. The neighbor's irritation grew, but he felt the energy leaking of the alpha and he eyed Leo warily.

Right at the edge of the crowd, I walked straight into a wall — except the wall was warm and it had arms, and when I stumbled backward and looked up, I realized it wasn't a wall at all. It was Knox Rivers. He reached out and caught my arm before I could fall, and for a moment we just looked at each other. Knox Rivers. The captain of the hockey team. The most talked-about guy on the entire campus. The one person every girl seemed to have an opinion about, whether they had spoken to him or not. Up close, he was taller than I remembered, and there was something about his eyes — gray and steady and completely sober — that made him feel different from everyone else at this party.

Determined to face my fears head-on, I decided to scope out the hockey practice. Sneaking into the auditorium, I found a discreet spot in the stands, my heart racing with anticipation and dread. Adrien's words earlier that day echoed in my mind. If I could figure out how to survive the hockey team, the hunting program would be a breeze. The scene on the ice was a revelation. Kris, Adrien, Alec, and Nick moved with a fluid grace that was mesmerizing. They were transformed on the ice, their usual demeanor replaced by a thrilling and intimidating intensity.

That unnatural, electric connection. “Why are you helping me?” she whispered. “You could’ve left me there.” His eyes lifted, sharp and unreadable. “Because I couldn’t.” Her breath caught. There was something raw in his tone—something almost… guilty. Before she could respond, his phone buzzed. He turned it on speaker. A rough male voice said, “Alpha, we’ve got movement near the northern ridge. Rogues again.” Rhett’s demeanor shifted instantly. His eyes gleamed silver, his posture straightened. The air in the cabin seemed to tighten around him, charged with authority.