Novel & Cerita My Hockey Alpha Neighbor

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

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.

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.

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. 'Yes, vee come in' Alpha said How did he know it was me, I think to myself as I open the door. And there he said at the desk rubbing his temples, like whatever he was working on was giving him a killer head ache, then from what I had witnessed mum do for dad when he got this way, I walked to the bar and poured him a scotch and walked over to the alpha placing the glass Infront if him. 'Tough night' I ask

“You found a celebrity.” “Nat—” “That is Cole Ashford.” She pointed at the screen as though I needed the direction. “He is—that man is fine—and you just—” “He’s the new captain,” I said quietly, reading the banner again. The dread that had started as a flicker was now something much more settled and specific. “Of the Chicago Vortex.” The room went still. We turned to look at each other at the exact same moment. “Nat.” My voice came out very flat. “What team did you say you submitted my application to?”

This is home, whether they want me here or not. When I reach center ice, I look up at the crowd. Signs everywhere, some supporting us, others calling for our destruction. But in the premium section, I spot the Alpha family box. Alpha Marcus sits in his usual spot his expression cold. His hair is perfectly styled, his dark suit probably costs more than my family made. When our eyes meet across the ice, his lip curls slightly. Not quite a snarl, but close enough. He remembers me. The girl who used to sit in that same box during pack celebrations, back when the Hales were somebody. Before he destroyed us.

“You need to eat something. Alpha Reid will be upset.” I scoff, turning my face deeper into the pillow. “Oh, now he gives a damn?” “He checks in every night,” she whispers, like it’s meant to comfort me. “He asks about you. Makes sure you’re okay.” “Then tell him to come see for himself. If he wants me to eat, he can come ask me himself.” Silence. “When will he be back?” I ask, my voice is small, even though I hate myself for it. “Alpha’s been going to hockey practices a lot lately,” she says. “It helps him clear his head.”