Novel & Cerita The Hockey Alpha

Diego answered. The Alpha games were not obligatory, but most packs typically participated in them. They were our version of the Olympics. It was a way to showcase a pack’s strength. It was also a way for packs to realize who they should not mess with, and which packs would be good to strike alliances with. Nightshade took first place the past five years. I was not certain about before that. “What do you want to do about all of this?” Kade asked me, setting his chin on my shoulder.

she simply introduced herself. After that, they applauded again. I couldn’t help but wince because their scenario was repetitive. After the region four returns to their line, the ones in the fifth line will advance. They both have red on their faces, as well as their clothes. Until now, the two hunters still look sharp at me. I don't know why but I smiled at what they did. It looks like I will be happy to stay here somehow. "Romulo Keeba," Alpha said simply. In his voice, you can immediately see that he is a Legendary Alpha. He has no hair, and only his beard serves as a sign for the red mark.

Everything comes to a stop, when their Alpha takes to the field and howls, calling his wolves that are still able to move, to him, then he shifts and glares at me. “Alpha Hades. This is your one chance, give me the she-wolves we came for, or suffer.” ** "Is this guy delusional Alpha? Can’t he tell he is losing this fight?" "Keep your guard up Jared. Something isn’t right." "Yes Sir." ** “Nooooooooo!!!!!”

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

We’re in deep trouble. THIRD PERSON POV: It’s evening at the Shadow Pelt Pack. Anna and Holly are sitting in the living room of the Alpha’s mansion, sipping wine, when a guard rushes in. “My Luna!” he calls out, dropping to one knee in front of Holly. “A call from one of the Military Generals in the United States.” “What is it this time?” Holly huffs, putting down her glass while Anna continues sipping her wine. “It’s about Alpha Prince Hu.”

And yet, here was Sebastian, the future Alpha, asking me for help in one of the most important aspects of his life. “Because right now, this makes no sense.” He turned to face me, his expression guarded. “My dad wants me to stop playing hockey. He thinks hockey is a distraction.” I frowned. “That’s what this is about? Hockey?” “No,” he said quickly. "I missed out on some Alpha trainings for my hockey game. My dad wasn’t happy about it, and my mom... well, she begged him to let me keep playing. But my dad said the only way I can stay on the team is if I find my fated mate within two weeks"

I snort and look out the window again. “I’m Alpha Roman Hartwell. As I mentioned before, my pack is the strongest in the country. That is partly because of the strength of our warriors and partly because of our wealth. I have strong alliances ....” “Alliances?” I ask, cutting him off and turning to look at him. His eyes narrow as he assesses me. “Yes, I’m in alliances with the two other Alphas in the northern region, Alpha Dylan and Alpha Sawyer.” I turn my head before he can see the hatred in my eyes. He’s trying to learn something, anything about me and I have to be careful not to give anything away.

But I still didn’t get it, my mind refusing to grasp the weight of those words. I turned sharply back to Nick, needing clarity straight from him. “You… tell me. What does being an alpha actually mean?” My voice was soft, almost fragile, betraying the fear curling in my chest. Nick’s eyes lifted to meet mine, and even though he didn’t smile, the warmth in his gaze made my stomach twist. “It means I have to protect these people—from other packs, from danger… from anything that could harm them. They’ve agreed to follow me because they trust me to lead. And I accepted because… because I want to protect you.” His words were steady, but the emotion behind them made my chest ache. The raw honesty i

Alpha Kane takes his duties seriously, especially if it affects the peace between his people and humans. This is my chance to plant seeds of doubt about both Luna and Rain without revealing too much about my own involvement. "There's a werewolf on a hockey team, Alpha, and he's not from this pack." Kane's expression immediately turns to high alert. "What? Are you sure about this?" "Yes, Alpha. I was at the game, you know I follow the Blackhawks, and I could smell him clearly. He's definitely one of us, but his scent doesn't match any wolf I know from our territory."

It doesn't matter how many years pass. Perpetrators have strong imprints on their victims. And sure enough, my senses don’t lie, Reid Maddox steps out. Paxon Pack royalty, my personal fucking hell. I swear the concrete trembles beneath his feet. My brain fries trying to process what the hell is happening. Why the two Alphas from rival packs, and rival hockey teams are standing right here, together, waiting like this is some kind of casual airport pickup. Royalty. Both of them. Huge, tall, arrogant dicks, too handsome for the eyes.