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.

mate, anyway. It’s not that I didn’t want to find a mate; I just never found the right person. That’s why, when my father told me to date a hot, popular cheerleader to gain prestige at

Fio, hated every second in bed with her.

girls that I always liked were wild and free. Most of them didn’t care about skimpy clothes and makeup, and much preferred wearing practical clothing

was angry at first when I told him that Lisa and I broke up,

happy to be a god at

could be a good thing. It meant that I was “available” and all of the girls would fawn over me. His eyes practically showed

miss the werewolves, and Fio was ravenous for

when I saw Nina in the

he said. “I want that one. I have to have

convenient to be able to

know,” Fio said. “But her scent…

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

legs, and perky breasts that fit perfectly