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, stood and held

this is the young man who captured and tortured my son,” he said as I shook

glare at me silently with an icy stare. “My son was acting out

gaze, his eyes flashing momentarily as his voice

say anything,” he said. “He

own father doesn’t know that you’re working with some mystery lady to kidnap my friend?”

And I’d like to keep it

my father and

what official?” I

expected there to be another bloody war between our two factions,” Marcus said, leaning back in his chair and folding his 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, especially now that there are far more humans in the world

werewolf realm and the human realm, having roots there would put one at a great advantage ” He paused, clearing his throat. “Our grandfathers fought tooth and nail to decide who could lay claim over the town, but we believe so much bloodshed is

sat silently across from me with his eyes fixed on mine “A hockey tournament to decide which faction gets to

much more fun to decide things this way, don’t you think?” he said. “Not only will it not raise any red flags

know what to say. A 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 silent

the school’s founder, it’s my duty to watch over the school. A neutral zone, if you will. I don’t want any bloodshed on my

father nodded vigorously. I felt as though I was at some sort of insane business meeting between a bunch

primarily human, with a werewolf captain, and at the end of the