My Hockey Alpha

When I saw the human girl with the two black braids at the bar on Friday night, I honestly didn’t think twice. She was just another average human girl — pretty, with a nice body, but ultimately useless for me.

You see, I’m a werewolf. I was never meant to have anything to do with humans. In fact, they always bored me; I much preferred being around my own kind. But when my father came to me one day and told me that he was purchasing a company that would do business in the human world and that he wanted me to be the face of the company, I couldn’t say no. My father was always in control — he was the alpha werewolf, and as his son, I was expected to do whatever he told me to do if I wanted to be the next alpha.

So, when he enrolled me in a human university and put me through rigorous training to be a sports god, I had to just grin and bear it. Everyone else at the university thought I was human, and as far as I knew, none of them knew anything about werewolves to begin with.

To the ordinary human, werewolves were just a myth; a story from a book written to scare children. The only human at the university who knew about my true nature was the dean, who was a hybrid. My father had paid him well to let me enroll and keep my secret safe.

To everyone else, I was just a popular, wealthy hockey star.

Eventually, after the first three semesters of being a hockey star, I actually wound up enjoying it. Hockey was the one thing that kept me sane during all of this; when I was on the ice, it was only me and my opponents. No drama, no company, no father telling me what to do and where to go.

I could just focus on the puck.

Outside of sports, my father always wanted me to mate with a girl who was poised and proper — someone to hold up the image of our household — but I never wanted that.

the right person. That’s why, when my father told me to date a hot, popular

she wasn’t a werewolf, and my wolf, Fio, hated every second in bed with her. She was nothing at

free. Most of them didn’t care about skimpy

I told him that Lisa and

be

over it pretty quickly, however, when I explained that not dating Lisa could be a good thing. It meant that I was “available” and all of the girls would fawn over me. His eyes practically showed dollar signs

ravenous for women. He didn’t like the human girls, either, but they served as fresh meat to fulfill our craving for sex and relieve

Nina in the

that

my mind. It was convenient to be able to

her scent… I have

gave me a headache, but nonetheless I took a big swig of my whiskey and walked up to the bar. I put on my best show, which I put on for all the girls; and soon enough,

had a small waist and a round ass, long legs, and perky breasts that fit perfectly in my hand. She was a virgin and had no skill with sex, but being