The Hockey Alpha Novels & Stories

He smiles at me, eyes soft and appealing. “I, Phoebe Bruce renounce my former pack MoonBlood and all its ties and swear allegiance to FireBricks Pack. I, hereby accept Alpha Hudson Carter as my Alpha and mate, to seal our bond and to love and cherish for eternity.” I blushed and tears filled my eyes, I flutter them as I fought against crying. Keke vigorously wags her tail, purring.

“Yeah. I’m not playing hockey again.” “…Fine, if that’s what you want.” The coach is silent for a long moment before he finally speaks. “Right then. I’ll take you off the roster. You’re no longer a hockey player here.” Alex doesn’t reply, his footsteps coming closer to the door. Rita says something to the coach, but my ears are filling with static now. No longer…playing hockey? Wasn’t he the one who said hockey is his drama club? Didn’t he take his team to nationals and celebrate along with his friends? I just don’t understand at all.

Over the past seven months, she and Hank have been using her father’s invasion plan for Reynolds to sharpen defenses. “I’m just glad we are the only pack he had such detailed plans for,” Juliet tells him. “I mean, Dad was obsessed with destroying you. The Hybrid that proves Alpha blood is strong enough to overcome human mating.” Hank shakes his head and huffs, before realization lights up his face. “Alpha blood does trump human mating. And Alpha blood trumps wolfsbane. To kill an Alpha wolf, you need much more than wolfsbane.” “Okay, what does that have to do with anything?” Juliet asks, sitting on his desk.

However, the healer was unsure of the phone numbers’ identities. A voice responded. The voice wasn’t a machine message. “Hello, Dominic? What’s wrong now?” The deep voice of a well-recognized male wolf. Ever since the secret existence of the supernatural condition broke. This voice belonged to Gregory Wolversen, Alpha of the Black River Pack and head of the Toronto Council of Alphas.

There were so many interesting informations but my focus had been on pack politics and of course hockey. I found out something interesting, Alpha Killian was a hockey captain of the Frozen Blades. An all male hockey championship team.Finally, I found out something we have in common. I searched the whole internet for any information about Frozen Blades, there were enough articles about them, especially about their sexy stunning captain, i rolled my eyes at that. I am sure he was popular with the girls, that jerk! I was about switching off the internet when a notification popped up on the screen, a newsletter I had subscribed to,

WILLOW Today is regionals. Northwestern University’s hockey team is facing off against California’s Omega hockey team. It’s a freaking bloodbath out there on the ice rink. Both teams are already an hour into the game and after three solid intermission periods, the Omegas are in the lead.

"You did. But you also said the expansion into Ravenfall would be a walk in the park, and I’m currently looking at three dozen crates of hockey equipment that need to be cleared by the Council by dawn." "That’s why I have a fierce Luna to handle the logistics," he murmured, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "And why I’m the best Alpha in the league. We’re undefeated, Rhea. The Blackport Wolves are headed for the finals, and the territory has never been more secure."

"Well, look who finally made the cut." A voice called out. Connor Blackwood. Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. Built like a tank. Smiled like a shark. Beside him stood Mason Reid. Derek Holt. Jace Mercer. And a few others. Guys I knew. Guys I'd competed against. Guys I'd beaten. And occasionally gotten drunk with. Connor stepped forward. Then punched my shoulder. Hard. "Congratulations, Alpha." I smirked. "Thanks." Another Alpha handed me a beer.

I was terrified that if I lingered in the link any longer, my wolf might inadvertently reveal a scent or a thought that could haunt me. Ivan sent a message to the link: [Calvin, the three of us from the Legal Pack are all in. If anyone has questions regarding the hockey merger, let’s communicate through the link.] Calvin replied promptly: [Got it, Mr. Walton. We just added Alpha Peter. Looking forward to the hunt.] "Alpha Peter?" Frank gasped, his eyes widening. "Boss, that rabbit avatar? It’s Peter Draven. I didn’t expect a High Alpha to be so cold on the outside but have such a cute avatar," he joked.

He places my body onto the fur sofa, then spins and bolts back up the stairs to gather his pack leathers. BLACKTHORNE PACK ESTATE: ICE HOCKEY HOUNDS HQ The massive gold emblem behind the reception desk gleams under the stadium lights, the words Blackthorne Hounds Ice Hockey Club cut into solid iron. It stands as a towering monument of dominance in Ironvale City, a place where human eyes see a multi-million dollar sports franchise, but every wolf knows it is the absolute seat of the alpha’s power. "You have no authorization clearance, ma'am," the front-desk beta states, her tone flat and unyielding. "Alpha Blackthorne is currently in a closed tactical session."