The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

I got to the entrance and was stopped by Jenna, one of the girls in our class, also nerdy but still more social than me, standing there and giggling like she's won a lottery. I shrugged and ignored her to continue walking but she stopped me, pleading look on her face as she asked politely, "Can you come with me to the hockey field, please?" I frowned. "All of a sudden? Why?" "No. It's just..." She breathed erratically, "I want to confess to Luther before anyone does, so I don't know how to go about it and I heard he's joined the hockey team and is playing against Reis Armani tonight" Her explanations made no sense to me. A girl that doesn't talk to me suddenly asking me to watch the hockey g

"This is exactly where I'm supposed to be." And it is. Six months ago, I was a scared girl who apologized for taking up space. Now I'm the top scorer for a team that believes in me completely, surrounded by women who have become my sisters. I'm also someone who knows exactly what kind of man Alpha Blackthorn really is—and I plan to deal with him in my own way, in my own time. Mom's evidence sits safely locked away back home. Jonathan Miller's testimony, the financial records, all of it waiting for the right moment. But today isn't about exposing corruption. Today is about hockey.

"We've got time. And I want to know. Need to know, really, if I'm going to understand what I am." He was quiet for a moment, his fingers still tracing those lazy patterns on my back. Then he sighed, and I felt it through his whole chest. "Like to you already know, an Alpha is the leader of a pack," he started. "The strongest wolf, usually, but not always. It's about dominance, yes, but also about responsibility. Protecting the pack, making decisions, keeping everyone safe." He paused. "My father is the Alpha of our pack. Has been for over thirty years."

He was easy to spot—number seventeen, moving across the ice with a grace that seemed almost supernatural. The puck dropped, and the game exploded into action. I'd never been particularly interested in hockey before, but watching Ronan play was mesmerizing. He moved like water, fluid and powerful, anticipating plays before they happened. His hockey stick handled the puck with expert precision, passing to teammates, stealing from opponents, driving toward the goal with single-minded determination. "He's magnificent, isn't he?" the Alpha said beside me, pride evident in his voice. "Best player we've had in generations."

"So what's the plan here, do I get sacrificed at the next full moon, or is this more of a ransom situation?" Jethro's expression didn't change, but something that might have been amusement passed in his eyes. "The Alpha will be here very soon to speak with you, and I'd suggest you don't test his patience because he's not in a good mood, not after slaughtering three BlackY Wolves in a human museum and violate about six different treaty clauses." "The Alpha." Hart set the water down carefully, and the memories started flooding back in extremely unwelcome clarity. The creatures crashing through the skylight, the totem burning his wrist, and that massive guy with golden eyes who'd said a Mate wo

Alphas did not beg. But I was not an alpha. I was an omega who had spent her whole life being told she was not enough, and hockey was the only thing that had ever made her feel like she was, and I would kneel in front of a thousand alphas if it meant I could stay on the ice.

"What specific image do your thoughts hold regarding my internal habits, Mike? If the academy territory fails to provide a strong digital network connection on the ice, my tongue promises that my skates will turn right around and vacate the mountain the exact pulse my transport arrives!" "How could an elite alpha training camp fail to provide a digital network connection? That specific setup tracks as a supreme alpha CEO training resort where every single top-tier hockey executive on the mountain gathers! Your station won't survive a single watch without the internet, and those wealthy pack leaders absolutely cannot stand a single hour without their digital networks either," I tease with a b

Kimberly watched me in silence for a long moment, her expression completely unreadable in the dark vehicle. "You know.... you made the right choice running away," Kimberly said, her tone firm. She reached out, placing a gentle, warm hand over my trembling knuckles on the wheel and I stiffened even more. "The werewolf council forbid witches to ever be amongst werewolves. They'd betray you. Trust me....there is nothing more important for an alpha than his people. They will see you as the enemy." Her words sliced straight into my deepest insecurities and my heart does a painful flip. What she saying was the truth.

Rosalie sat front row again in my away jersey number 17 but not clinging, sitting proper because our marriage does not allow lovey dovey in public, and she pressed hand to chest where bond lives and mouthed, I am here, and our eyes lingered across ice. First period started and it was not hockey like Timber Wolves game, it was pack hockey, full contact, no whistles unless blood drawn, and Kian came for me immediately. He hit me high and said, "Beta captain with Alpha's leftover," and I took it and spun off and passed to Mara who scored fast. Easton scored next off dirty deflection and pointed his stick at Rosalie and shouted, "That one is for my leftover, beta, hope she remembers who taught h

I had almost forgotten that beyond his responsibilities as Alpha, he still had a hockey career waiting for him. He opened the envelope and read the letter in silence. His fingers tightened around the paper, and the expression on his face grew darker with every line. When he finally handed it to me, I understood why he looked so troubled. It was an official notice from his hockey organization informing him that his continued absence had placed his contract under review. His unexplained disappearance had raised concerns about his commitment to the team, and unless he returned to discuss his position, the organization could take further action against him. I read the letter twice, feeling my ch