The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

Jonah forced a smile, nodding along to whatever the couch was saying, pretending to pay attention before jogging over to join us. I felt numb to it all. I was angry for sure but beneath was fear. Hunter was playing a game none of us understood, and now he’d roped in some kid to make me look like the bad guy in front of Astrid. But it was really what the kid had called him that got to me. “He called Hunter ‘Alpha’,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper in the mind link. Ryder’s eyes widened and he shot me a knowing look. “That means…” Ryder began, but I cut him off with a nod. Hunger was an Alpha’s son. It confirmed everything I had been suspecting about his abilities and the real danger h

"Lynne now belongs to Alpha Derron!" I arched a brow at the name, watching Lynne excitedly walk towards the Alpha who harshly grabbed her hair and dragged her away from the scene. Way to be gentlemen. Alpha Derron Fitcher, the Alpha of the third-largest pack in the world. Seeing him here, along with the other powerful Alphas, surprised me. This was good intel, actually.

How was he going to know if Limbert was lying or not? " Whatever," the Alpha clicked his tongue. He was looking very different from the man who had been in the room with a little human since. " As usual, there's nothing important to talk about except gawking at me. Just one reminder, It's me. Alpha River Dmitri Herves of the Moonvalley pack, I'm back and as I've said, I'm not going to leave any chance for truancy this time." He completed and then, turned to leave but Lord Chels gently spoke up.

the dark-haired boy said. Suddenly, all of them were throwing insults at me, seeming to get closer and closer. Just then, the doors to the stadium swung open, and a tall figure with ruffled dark hair and piercing blue eyes stepped inside. His presence alone shut everyone up as all attention shifted towards him, including mine. Even though I had only been here for two months, I had heard of him countless times. It was Lucas, one of the few Alphas in our school. The captain of the ice hockey team and the notorious playboy of the school.

Finally, I shoot him a look. “Why would I be scared?” I retort. Zack smirks. “Because you don’t know anything about hockey. Lucky for our company, I do.” He turns to Daniel confidently. “Don’t worry, sir. I can take care of this.” I rub my forehead and sigh. If only he knew the half of it. It’s true that I’m not a big hockey fan and Zack is — it always seemed like more of a werewolf thing to me. Werewolves, Alphas especially, have a tendency to be stronger than ordinary humans and excel in sports. Some humans liked to watch it, sure, but I never really had.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

“You really think you’ll leave alive if you kill me?” I lean closer, the knife pressing deeper into his skin. “I hate cocky bastards like you.” My knee strikes the back of his leg, and he stumbles to one knee. The guards move again, but the Alpha lifts a hand. They freeze. “Let him go,” the Alpha says, calm. But I don’t drop the knife. I don’t let go of Chris. “I will never betray my pack,” I say, staring straight at him. As long as I don’t agree, they can’t use her. They can’t touch her.

"I play hockey because it’s the only place I can bleed without starting a pack war. Don't mistake my restraint for weakness." "I never said you were weak. I said you were distracted." "Look at me, Jack." I looked. His eyes were a burning gold, the pupils slitted. The raw power of the Blackridge Alpha was vibrating in the air between us, a physical pressure that made it hard to breathe. "I’m not distracted," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "I’m focused. And right now, you’re the only thing in this city that smells like hope." "Hope doesn't solve murders."

Meera's POV I stared at my laptop screen until my eyes burned, reading the same paragraph over and over again like it might magically change if I blinked hard enough. Requirements for Exclusive Hockey Player Position - Royal Ashford Pack My heart had been racing when I first opened the email. This was it. The job I'd been dreaming about since I was fifteen years old, watching the Royal Ashford team destroy their opponents on the ice. Working for the leading royal werewolf family wasn't just a job—it was the job. The kind of position that would make everyone back home finally shut up about how I'd never amount to anything.