The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

“Hundreds of pucks for just two people? Isn’t this wickedness?” I didn’t answer. If he thought this was humiliating for him, then I didn't know what I should think. I was being punished for doing the right thing. and he still got to complain. Such a jerk. I wished he was given ten hockey fields filled with pucks to pick. He bent down again. This time he was following me as I moved. “Why are we even doing this, Alpha?” he asked. I didn’t respond, because I was already seeing where he was heading. He just wanted to get me.

Hawk Ravenforth, the Alpha of Roaklake District has even more cruel things in his mind. Alpha Hawk was known for his hate for humans, especially hunters. None of the council or even the King questioned that since his parents were brutally murdered by the hunters when he was still a young kid. He was not able to save them, and that was why his hate for the humans was unfathomable.

It wasn’t long before the packhouse phone started ringing and the omega bought it to me since I was the highest in power in the house. “Hello.” I answered. “Hi. This is Alpha Hudson from South Dakota. Who am I speaking with?” He asked. “I’m Summer Everett. Alpha Ethan’s mate.” I explained. “Okay. Well, I received all of his faxes that he sent to me after I told him that I didn’t want to get involved with this crazy idea of taking on the Lycan King…Tell Alpha Ethan that he has changed my mind.” Alpha Hudson said. “You have no idea what this means to all of us. You really don’t. Can I ask how big your pack is and how many warriors you have?” I asked.

“You gave a nice speech, Alpha Ricky. I have to admit that myself but the truth is, you’re wrong about everything—well, nearly everything.” “You’ve been lying to me for the past hour, why should I believe anything else that comes out of your mouth?” I said. “Believe it or not, we’re not trying to take over your pack or your region. And it’s time I stop the games and get on with this meeting.” The Alpha said. “What games?” I asked, suddenly alert. “Alpha Ricky, my name is Alpha Benjamin and please, allow me to introduce my beautiful fiancée, Shannon Hirthe.”

“You better get your sweet ass in there then. He was disappointed you didn’t watch his game.” Tom burst through the door, grabbing Henley by the back of his jacket. Like all hockey players and werewolves, Henley was tall, large, and muscular, but Tom had Alpha blood and was more powerful. “Stop drooling over what is mine,” he hissed before releasing him. Although he was large, Henley stumbled and bowed his head in submission. “Sorry, Tom.”

“You found a celebrity.” “Nat—” “That is Cole Ashford.” She pointed at the screen as though I needed the direction. “He is—that man is fine—and you just—” “He’s the new captain,” I said quietly, reading the banner again. The dread that had started as a flicker was now something much more settled and specific. “Of the Chicago Vortex.” The room went still. We turned to look at each other at the exact same moment. “Nat.” My voice came out very flat. “What team did you say you submitted my application to?”

The annual Intercollegiate Hockey Championship, hosted by my school, Willow-Hills High, had been a triumph from the moment it began. For the first time in our pack’s history, we’d clawed our way into the finals, a feat that filled me with pride. My boyfriend, Ryder Willson—son of the Pack’s Alpha and the fearless captain of our hockey team—had thrown a house party to celebrate our success, inviting elites from every school that had battled on the ice. The thought of it all made my chest swell with joy. That morning, I could hardly believe my luck. At twenty-one, I was just an ordinary Omega, yet here I was, mated to the Alpha’s son, standing in the most breathtaking room I’d ever laid eyes o

Hockey was the only way to bleed off the excess power without exposing the truth. I had bypassed Damian's security detail again, this time slipping out with an old friend who believed I was just stealing a few practice skates for my sanity. I wasn't. I was outrunning the inevitable. Now, I was suited up, standing on the bench, watching the final minutes of a brutal game against the Vipers—Julian Drake's pack, the enemy I now knew was led by Kael, the true Mirkwood Alpha. Damian had been clear about the danger: Kael’s players were not athletes; they were planted fighters, using the rink as a battlefield to probe our defenses.

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

our lead defenseman answered, tightening his helmet strap while standing up beside me, "We came here to play hockey, win this game, and show this entire city that our franchise is here to stay." "That's exact mindset we need out there," I replied, grabbing my stick off the rack near the wall, "Stay focused, pass the puck fast, don't get drawn into cheap fights, and let's win this match in front of the whole community." I opened the heavy exit door, leading my squad out down the narrow player tunnel, and as we stepped onto the smooth ice surface, the bright overhead arena lights reflected down on us while the roaring crowd let out massive cheers and applause from every section of the stands.