The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

It was Alpha, and boy, did it smell really amazing, like home. Allen shook her head as she tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before she could get it, she was tackled on the ground and was now laying on her back with another wolf pinning her down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha she had been smelling before. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Allen had never seen a wolf like that before. When Allen looked up, she saw the Alpha growling at Allen and showing his canine teeth. Allen whimpered and closed her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea. She should not have run after Ohm, but of cour

I gasped and the first tear escaped as I said, “Why?” Frankie squeezed my hand and continued, “Alpha Hollis is involved in some very shady dealings with the humans. More specifically humans who are gun runners, drug lords and involved in human trafficking. When he first started, Luna Graciella tried to reason with him to get it to stop. But Alpha Hollis was so mad for power and money, he staged a rogue attack on the pack daycare and Luna Graciella was killed while trying to defend the pups.” “He’s a sick fucking bastard,” I interrupted as Frankie spoke.

“Yeah, that wasn’t fun. I thought I was gonna black out for a second.” My hands froze, and I looked up at him, my heart racing. “Don’t say that. I was terrified. I thought… I thought I was going to lose you.” He reached out, cupping my face. “Hey, I’m right here. It takes more than a hit to take me out. Don't forget I'm an Alpha.” I leaned into his hand, my voice soft. “You’re an Alpha, sure, but Alphas can get hurt too. Or worse. You could’ve—”

Victory is theirs. Reporters and fans swarm the players, shouting questions, cameras flashing, but Rhett and his teammates rush off toward the locker room before they can be cornered. ~Rhett~ Hockey has never been my dream. Sure, I’m passionate about the sport and I enjoy playing it, and with my werewolf abilities, it’s always been easy to stand out, to earn the reputation I have today. But my real dream, the only dream that matters is to guide my pack, to become the Alpha I was born to be. That’s why I’m here.

"A primary condition of that contract should have explicitly dictated that my alpha chassis retains the absolute right to deliver technical hockey lessons to your person until our collective units achieve a hundred winter seasons of age." His heart completely stalled out within his ribs. "What specific structural meaning is your voice projecting?" Finn dropped his massive frame down onto a single knee directly on the frozen surface of the ice sheet, his harsh facial lineaments undergoing a total, breathtaking softening. "Finn..." Val articulated, his voice choking completely on the syllables of the alpha's name.

“Same old. Ready for the grind?” He was one of the few other Alphas on the team. Just the two of us, really. Everyone else was Beta — solid, reliable, and no drama. No Omegas, of course. They were considered too fragile for this level of hockey, with too many liabilities with heats, slow recovery, and scent issues. The league kept them out for “safety reasons.” Fine by me. I mean, it made things simpler too. I settled in, slipped my headphones on, and let the low bass drown out the chatter as the bus rumbled to life.

He did not need to do anything, however, because one of the eighty-nine, moved by passion and the thrill after such a demolishing victory, cuffed the other Alpha, causing him to lurch forward and hold his head. The fighting wolf, still thrilled, looked to his Alpha for approval, only to find him further enraged by this action. Instantly, he fell to his knees, pleading for his life. “I could not take the insult to you, Alpha James,” he begged. “Don't kill me.” “You have pleaded for your life, else I would have taken it.” Talia and I looked at each other when we saw this, confused, while Alpha James's voice carried through the landscape. “An Alpha is an Alpha. He has fought for his place and b

Shirt shredded off my body, pieces falling off. I dropped to all fours, breath coming out in rough, shaking bursts. Jet-black fur, sharp fangs, golden eyes that glowed in the dark, sharper sight than any human could ever have. Claws curved like obsidian, perfect for hunting. Every muscle in my limbs screamed with the strength to run and survive. Jeremy. He pushed forward fully, filling every corner of this space with the force of an Alpha who had been caged too long. My chest expanded once more, then stilled.

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.”

Maybe it’s because Grayson is an Alpha and also a werewolf, so it’s different from ordinary humans. His shoulders were broad and square, his biceps and triceps were very tight and hard. It was even quite difficult to squeeze them. Then my massage slowly moved down to his chest. I poured more oil because it was very broad. Now I think I understand why Grayson have a nicknamed Mr. Perfect in the news articles I read on my way here. Except for his temper, Grayson really does deserve to be called Mr. Perfect because he’s handsome, has an athletic body, and he’s the only ice hockey player who is an Alpha.