Novel & Cerita The Hockey Alpha

“Besides, our little pup inside your belly is the one who is actually hungry for the fruits under the moon.” “The pup wants to watch the hockey match, not eat your whole bowl,” I say, and my boots take a small step closer to his large frame inside the Alpha’s Sky Den. “Come sit right here on my lap, honeybee,” Kael commands with that deep, warm alpha voice that always makes my she-wolf feel super safe and happy. “The Blackwood Territory team is skating out onto the white ice on the television screen right now, and my arms need to be wrapped tight around your waist before the first puck drops.”

he says in a tone that says there's no argument. My wolf paces violently inside me, but I keep a straight face. Of course, my father always wants Lizzy because of pack politics and alliance. “And if I don't?” I raise an eyebrow, my fists clenching by my side. Something close to a smirk dances on his lips. “You give up your hockey career and the Alpha position.” Something snaps inside of me and my jaw clenches so hard. He's giving me an ultimatum.

"They love being teased by the players." What did he mean by saying that? Does he think I'm slutty because my team members are? If he does, then he's really- "Linda!" It was Jude. He came over to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "I didn't know you were here with Alpha Pack Houghton." I was sure that due to the loud music it was impossible for anyone else to hear Jude, but the three of us could clearly hear him. And I just found out that he's an Alpha too, just like Jude.

"That's why I'm here." He looks at me for a long moment with the calculating assessment of someone running cost-benefit in real time. I wait. Pushing would break it. "Our Alpha is sick," he says finally, his voice low and level. "Not publicly. The pack doesn't know the full extent of it. But it's serious, and it's been progressing for two months, and his son is—" He stops. Chooses words. "His son is making decisions that our Alpha doesn't know about."

"I'll parade you around until I get sick of it. I hope Drexel finds out exactly what's being done to you here. I hope he feels the pain deep in his soul. I will break you, and that in turn will break him." I turn my head to meet his gaze. He smiles eerily. Then, he forces me to turn back to the group of people he was with. It takes me a long time to realize that these people all form a part of his hockey team. I've seen them before. Of course, I don't know anyone's name, but they all play ice hockey, alright. And right now, their looks are saturated with bad intentions. "She's a pretty one, Alpha," one of them remarks. I have no idea who he is. "Maybe we can have some fun with her."

“North Valley against Redwood. It’ll be loud, violent, and full of people making bad decisions. Perfect distraction.” “I know nothing about hockey,” I said, sipping coffee, debating inside if I should go to a hockey game that does nothing to my currently dangerous scholarship. “Neither do half the girls there. They go for Axel Hale.” I frowned. “Who?” Lena stared at me like I had admitted I did not know what the moon was. “Hockey captain. Richer than Midas. Gorgeous. Completely unhinged on the ice. Women love him. Men want to be him. His smug face is on North Valley’s website to attract new students for real . Rawr!”

No, please goddess, no. I scrambled off the mattress so fast. The room was vast, my frantic gaze spotted the shelves. Dozens of hockey trophies. Gold and silver, lined up like the owner actually cared about showcasing his dominance. Right next to them were framed team photos of the Brutes—and standing dead center in every single one, wearing an arrogant smirk and a captain’s 'C' on his chest, was Ian Nightshade. My breath completely trapped itself in my lungs. I was in the Alpha line's private quarters. I was in his bed.

He grabbed Marcus by the front of his hockey jersey and slammed him hard against the plastic barrier wall. The thick glass panels rattled as the two rivals began a brutal, bloody duel right on the edge of the ice rink. Holden completely rejected his hockey ambition, focusing entirely on tearing Marcus apart to keep the field clear for me. I did not stop to watch them fight. I broke into a frantic run, sliding and slipping across the wet ice toward the center of the rink. Alpha Richard watched the chaos in the stands, his face twisting into a furious snarl. He realized his shield of hostages was falling apart. He looked back down at me as I approached the wooden chair.

Because leaving the hockey world was never truly leaving. Outside of it, something else waited, a pack that never stopped asking questions, a council that never stopped demanding answers and a future I had never agreed to. As Alpha, they all wanted the same thing from me, a mate, a bond, a continuation of bloodlines and politics and power I never asked for.

Their jaws were set in hard, disapproving lines as they stared down at the ice, their matching expressions radiating a cold, collective fury. The eldest among them, a scarred Alpha with graying hair, stepped to the edge of his row and lifted a single hand in a gesture of command. The cheering died away instantly, fading into an uneasy, breathless quiet that stretched across the massive stadium. The elder raised a small megaphone to his mouth. His voice carried to every seat in the building, sharp and unforgiving. “The Alpha King's throne is empty tonight, Roland Blackwood and we will not bow to a half-blood's mate.”