My Hockey Alpha

Nina

The next day, I ran home after my classes and changed into the most nondescript outfit I could come up with for my meeting with K: a plain black hoodie, baggy black jeans, a plain black hat that I tucked my hair into, sunglasses, and a surgical mask.

“Geez,” Lori said from the couch as I stepped out of my room. “Trying to hide from the paparazzi?”

I realized how ridiculous I probably looked, but I had already prepared an excuse in the event of being seen like this.

“I have to go to Planned Parenthood,” I said.

Lori’s eyes widened. “You’re not… pregnant, are you?” she whispered.

I shook my head. “No, just a regular checkup. But last time I went there were these crazy religious people outside who were ranting about how I was going to hell even though I was just there to get treated for a UTI, so I like to play it safe from now on.”

“That’s fair,” Lori replied, returning to her book.

Satisfied with my excuse, I left the dorms and headed toward town.

K and I planned to meet up at a local coffee shop. He said he would be wearing a red t-shirt. I stepped into the coffee shop and looked around nervously, my palms sweating while all of the worst possible scenarios played through my head. What if he didn’t show up, then jumped me while I was on my way home? What if he stalked me home, snuck into my dorm, and killed me? Even with Luke there to protect me, I didn’t know what this guy was capable of. For all I knew, he could Chapter 3 The Matu have already been stalking me and knew about Luke. Maybe he even had experience fighting talking skeletons.

I suddenly felt incredibly stupid for doing this and considered turning around and going home, but when I saw a middle-aged man with a beard sitting at a corner table, looking sad as he held his to-go cup of coffee, I didn’t feel so afraid anymore. I knew you couldn’t judge a book by its cover, but something told me that he wasn’t dangerous.

Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the table. He looked up from his coffee and looked me up and down, seeming a bit amused by my hair tucked into my hat and my face fully covered.

“You must be N,” he said, gesturing for me to sit down. “I’m not gonna stalk you, you know. You don’t need to hide your whole face like that. If anything, you’re drawing attention.

I looked around to see that other people in the coffee shop were giving me strange looks, probably wondering if I was going to rob the place. Feeling embarrassed, I took off my sunglasses and mask, and freed my braids from my hat.

his entire life, but

his chair and taking a sip of

to be a werewolf hunter in his forum post, and I

sure. I was hoping you could give me some

paused while the waiter poured my coffee,

he said. “Where do you want

“From the beginning, I guess,” I replied.

it. “My wife and infant

eyes widened. “I’m

ago,” he replied. “Not that I

“Why were they killed?”

werewolves — have this concept that they refer to as a ‘mate’. Like real wolves, only the bond is more powerful. They claim to all have one fated mate,

this person, they become

werewolf claimed your wife

to show that the whole concept is bullshit. When she refused that

was so obsessed with me;

Lycan, mean-

K responded, taking another gulp of his coffee. “If

did think I was his mate, then maybe a witch could help me get

I can find a

shot me a knowing glance. “You got a Lycan problem, huh?” he said. I hesitantly nodded, still fiddling with my coffee cup. K looked around to make sure no one was looking before he

a large, yellowed canine tooth; far bigger than anything I had ever seen, aside from saber-toothed tiger skulls that I had seen

make sure that… that thing doesn’t hurt anyone