My Hockey Alpha

Enzo

The very next afternoon following dropping Nina off at her dorm after the unceremonious dinner at my father’s house, my phone rang; it was my father Rolling my eyes, I picked it up.

“I just left,” I growled, still angry with him for everything he had said at dinner. “What do you want?”

“Hello to you, too,” he said in his usual condescending manner. “You need to come home.”

“Why?” I asked. “You gonna marry me off already?”

“Just Come home, Enzo,” my father said. He sounded almost as though he was holding himself back; as though someone else was there

I let out a sigh, nodding instinctively even though I knew he couldn’t see me “Alright,” I said. “I’ll be there soon”

I was sitting on my couch and processing everything when he called me, so I reluctantly stood once I hung up and got dressed. A little while later, I stood outside my father’s house, my frown deepening as I saw an unfamiliar sports car in the driveway. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked through the front door.

“That must be him,” I heard my father’s voice say from the dining room as I entered. Furrowing my brow as I wondered who he was talking to and why they needed me here, I approached the dining room.

My eyes widened when I saw who was there

Sitting at the table, aside from my father, were three people the dean, a man I didn’t recognize, and Ronan.

gestured for me

is my son, Enzo,” he said, then turned to me. “Enzo, you know Dean Cynthia and Ronan. This is Ronan’s father, Marcus. The Alpha of the Crescent pack.” Marcus, who was a shockingly large and muscular middle-aged man — around my father’s age with tanned skin, jet black hair, and striking blue eyes,

said as I shook his hand. I felt my face get hot and I pulled away, glancing

with a hearty grin as Ronan continued to glare at

flashing momentarily as

he said. “He doesn’t

mystery lady to kidnap my

like to keep it that

next to my father and sat down. “Now that we’re all here,” he continued, clasping his hands on the table,

I asked, narrowing

arms across his chest. ” But we all know that it’s not the old ages anymore. We can’t just go killing each other with wild abandon,

would put one at a great advantage ” He paused, clearing his throat. “Our grandfathers

raised my eyebrows and glanced over at Ronan again, who still sat silently across from me with his eyes fixed on mine “A hockey tournament to decide

grinned again. “It’s much more fun to decide things this way, don’t you think?” he said. “Not only will it not raise

hockey tournament to decide the fate of the town? I stammered to come up with a response, but before I could, the dean – who had been

she said. “As a hybrid and the granddaughter of the school’s founder, it’s my duty to

some sort of insane business meeting between a bunch of CEOS, not werewolves whose factions hated

the tournament Each team will be primarily human, with a werewolf captain, and at the end of the tournament, the captains of all of the remaining teams one team comprised entirely from the