The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

I know this because he showed me the screenshot that night at his apartment, jaw tight, eyes flat with the particular exhaustion of a captain who had survived road trips and overtime losses only to be defeated by a G****e Form. “I’m going to transfer,” he said, dropping his phone on the table like it might bite. “I’m going to change my name and move to a country that doesn’t have hockey. Or fabric.” “You love hockey.” “I loved hockey before it required me to defend the crease in footed pajamas. There is a difference.”

"We don't need the healers, and we don't need a lecture. Our wolves are just restless." "Your wolves are losing control," Adrian interrupted sharply, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. He slammed his heavy hand down onto the mahogany desk. "A pack of powerful wolves does not double over in pain simply because a mortal woman walks out of the room. If this bond continues to fray you from the inside out, the entire pack will see it. They will see our future Alphas brought to their knees by a stranger."

Today, we were up against the Chicago Icehawks, the one team that was a close rival to the New York glaciers. I could remember Blake always talking about how he wanted to work for either the glaciers or Icehawks as these were the two major teams that had the world in their palms. The Icehawks came out first, their fans screaming and holding boards as the players glided out, dressed in their green jersey with their full gears on. After three minutes, the glaciers came and although there was an ovation for them, the fans chanted Alpha. Dressed in his blue jersey, he looked so majestic, like some ice god, his face void of emotions yet he was still as handsome as ever.

Tie game with thirty seconds left. The home crowd exploded. Jax grinned behind his cage as his new teammates slammed into him for a quick celly. But then it hit him. A scent cut through the sweat, ice, and popcorn like a blade. Pine, storm, and something darker. Alpha. Familiar in a way that made his knees weak. His head snapped toward the rival bench. Number 47. Captain of the Northern Howlers. Broad shoulders, powerful legs, helmet hiding most of his face. The alpha was staring straight at him.

He nods to Blade, whose still trying to get the paint off his face. "And a B...." He smiles. "These are the Alpha balls. They're hidden in there with your ammo. There's only three and it's anybodys game who gets them. You can only shoot the Alpha with the same letter on the ball. You nail one of us, you get one Friday off. You get two Alphas, it's two Fridays off. You nail all three of us...well, my friends, you just earned yourself an entire week off. Because that will be damn hard."

she answers, giggling and I snuggle closer. Oh, I’m so glad that this ended up well. “Well, I guess this is your mom?” the Alpha remarks cheekily, holding out his hand for my mother to shake. She takes it hesitantly, gulping as I look up at her. “I’m Hazel. Hazel Angel.” I am surprised at her lie coming out of her mouth so smoothly. “Nice to meet you, Hazel. My name is Alpha Noah, and those are my Beta Daniel, his sister, and his little family. Your daughter just saved their lives and I wanted to return the favor by inviting you two to join our pack. What do you think?”

I narrowed my gaze at Meyer, shocked, and glanced at Vincent, who nodded in agreement with his best friend. "He mentioned wanting to ask you out even before you ran away. Meyer is a stand-up guy—vice-captain of the Onyx Moon Pack hockey team. I'm the captain, of course." He ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head to the sky as if posing for an ad. "Two-timing slut?" I whisper, baffled. "Yes. You're dating Alpha Henry of the Jade Moon Pack, his beta, and the famous basketball player, Jason Harris. Now we hear that you are seducing the alpha twins."

And we haven’t had enough training to be able to control our wolves. The training academy for all wolves is harsh but the Alpha academy is something else. I’d call it brutal. How I even managed to get through it and be a hockey player trying to fight to get into the NHL is beyond me. But I did. My patience, determination and strength are beyond anything known to mankind. Another reason we keep it under wraps from outsiders that I am the Alpha. Only our pack knows. The other packs that align with ours don’t know who I am outside of the wolf communities. They only see the wolf, never association to Blake the top NHL player in the country right now.

Something that said: No one is touching her. Not tonight. Not ever. We walked through the bushes to a small clearing where some of the pack members lived. We burst out of the bushes. And the world was on fire. Torches everywhere. Shouting. Running. People push each other. Smoke rising like it wanted to touch the moon. And right in the middle of the chaos— He stood there. The Alpha. Wrapped in white bandages from jaw to forehead. No eyes. No expression. Just rage dripping out of him like poison.

Hoots just nodded his head. The old man went beside the fire, and threw some sticks inside. "Where are you from?" The old man asked. "Blessingstoke." Hoots' voice trembled like the flicker of the flames. The old man who wasn't staring at him gained his attention. "Blessingstoke?" He asked. "Yes." Hoots responded. "Who is the alpha now?" The old man asked. "Devon Sansone," They both said. Hoots was confused and at the same time amazed.