My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 133: The Power of Claiming

Enzo

I spent the next week drowning myself in nothing but hockey in a feeble attempt to keep Nina off of my mind. Fio was furious with me and would hardly speak to me, often spending his days being dormant ever since Nina and I last had sex.

Did I make a grave mistake by pushing Nina away? Her scent was so similar to my mate’s, and it was just as tantalizing despite being much more faint than what I smelled on the scarf. When we had sex, I remembered that her scent came across a little stronger, and I knew that Fio was intrigued by it. Already, I had lost control around her so many times, just from that tiny bit of scent coming from her. But at the same time, I couldn’t take the risk of letting her or her family get hurt. I had to go through with this arranged marriage for everyone’s benefit, and although it broke my heart in a million different ways to say goodbye to her, it simply had to be done.

The final match in the Half-Moon Tournament was set for Saturday. I began to hear rumors that Ronan’s team came to stay in the motel in town, and would be coming to the campus more and more in preparation for the game. My father also informed me that Ronan’s team would be entirely composed of werewolves, which meant that my team would have to be entirely composed of werewolves as well.

On the Monday before the match, my father called me to a meeting. I met him in the VIP box in the arena, and when I entered, he was sitting in a chair looking out over the rink.

“You’re late,” he said, checking his watch without so much as turning around.

“Sorry,” I replied. “I was busy.”

“Not busy with that girl, I presume?” he asked. His tone was somewhat mocking, but also deeply serious.

I shook my head and plopped down into the chair next to him as I tried to shove the feeling of dread that came up at the mention of Nina back down into the depths of my stomach. “Nope. I’m still keeping up my end of the bargain, so long as you’re keeping up yours.”

My father didn’t say anything for a few moments. We watched together in silence as the Zamboni driver went back and forth in the rink, prepping the ice for the upcoming practice match that we would be having in a couple of days. I always liked watching that thing go around the rink; it was almost mesmerizing, and it meant that the ice was fresh and slick, perfect for skating.

“All werewolves, of course. They’re tough and strong;

“Are they experienced in hockey at

said, skirting my question. “Ronan’s team isn’t particularly experienced, either. Besides, it’ll really only be between the two of you,

isn’t experienced, or

a moment, pursing his lips, before he responded. “You’re not seriously trying to tell me that you want to keep your human team,

far,” I replied. “My team is really good. Superhuman strength and speed doesn’t mean jack shit if they

in the matter,” he said. “Unless you plan on somehow turning all

I interrupted with

…

team — to the locker rooms for a meeting to explain the

when I asked if they

sighed, accepting the fact that I would be stuck

hand shot

he

hoping that he had something useful to contribute. At this point, I

“Yeah, Matt?” I asked.

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