All Chapters of Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aria It's so fucking beautiful! I spin around in the middle of the suite Ethan booked for us. The luxurious carpet, velvet curtains, sparkling chandeliers—is something straight out of a magazine. The annual Christmas cruise ship tour hosted by my school, Crescent Wolves Academy, is everything I’ve ever dreamed of but never thought I’d experience. Me, Aria Whitlock, standing here on a freaking cruise ship? No way. I’m an eighteen-year-old, lowly omega scraping by in a world that couldn’t care less about me. But tonight? Tonight, I’m not a nobody. Nope. Tonight, I’m Alpha Ethan’s mate. My Ethan, the future Alpha of the Full Moon Pack, my personal knight in shining armor. The Moon Goddess must’ve finally stopped ignoring me. “Aria, move your ass! We're going to miss the welcome party at this point.” Mia’s voice yanks me out of my thoughts. She barges in, her wild auburn curls bouncing, looking like a fiery storm in her emerald-green dress. Right behind her is Lily, the complete op

Aria “What the actual hell?” I yank myself out of his hold, shaking my head like he’s lost his damn mind. “You’re lying. I don’t even feel a bond or smell your scent.” A lie. A huge lie. He smells like heaven dipped in sin, and being this close to him makes my wolf stir like she’s been on a three-shot espresso bender. But no way. Nope. Not happening. He can’t be my mate. “Why…” My voice rises with each word. “Why the hell would the Moon Goddess saddle me with someone like you as my second-chance mate?” I throw my hands in the air, completely done with this cosmic joke. Lucas looks amused, which only pisses me off more. Of course, he’s amused. The guy’s the king of our school, the golden boy every girl worships, and oh yeah, a fucking young billionaire. Me? I’m just Aria Whitlock, professional doormat. We’re not even the same species as far as the social ladder is concerned. “No, seriously,” I add, throwing him a dirty look. “Why would the Goddess waste a perfectly good mate

Aria My heart’s pounding like a bass drum in a bad EDM track as Lucas and I walk toward his suite. Gail, my wolf, is practically doing cartwheels in my head, and I can’t help but groan internally. Seriously, Gail? Haven’t we learned our lesson about "mates"? ‘It’s the Moon Goddess, not me,’Gail snarks, clearly unimpressed with my attitude. ‘Yeah, well, the Moon Goddess needs better matchmaking skills,’ I shoot back, effectively earning myself an eye roll from my own fucking wolf. Great. We don’t even make it halfway to Lucas’s suite before a guy in a hockey jersey…a teammate of Lucas’s, I think—comes strolling up. His black hair is a mess, and he’s got that “just got off the rink” look. “Alpha Lucas, where the fuck have you been? Coach is losing his mind,” the guy says, but his eyes immediately land on me. And then on the bag Lucas is holding. The confusion on his face is priceless. “Oh, come on, Damon,” Lucas groans, rolling his eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell him I was sleepin

Lucas I stride out of the suite, grinning like a damn idiot. Aria’s hilarious, acting like she’s not fighting her own freaking desires. Like, hello? Does she not realize we’re mates? I can literally smell her arousal..sweet and intoxicating, but whatever. Let her pretend she’s not affected. This is business, no strings attached. That mate bond crap? Not worth the trouble. Not after what happened to my mom.I head down to the game room, where Damon and Theo are waiting for me. They’ve been my ride-or-die since we were kids. We’re tight, the three of us, bonded by years of hockey, bad decisions, and loyalty. When I take over as Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack, one of them is definitely going to be my Beta and the other my Gamma. It’s a no-brainer.“Yo, man! Where the hell have you been?” Theo hollers the moment I walk in.They’re already into a game of snooker, the room dead silent because Damon probably scared off anyone else who dared to stick around. That’s just how we roll..untouchab

Lucas The moment she steps out, I’m fucking floored. Is this Aria? The same girl who’s always drowning in oversized hoodies and ripped jeans? Because right now, she looks like she just walked off a damn red carpet. That fitted red dress is a problem—low-cut, short as hell, and clinging to her like it was made for her.Her black hair falls in these soft waves, framing her face perfectly. And her face? Beautiful. Oval, smooth skin, and those green eyes are practically glowing. But it’s the rest of her that’s got me fucked up. Her legs aren’t long, but they’re smooth, toned, and straight, and all I can think about is them wrapped around my neck while I pound Into her relentlessly.Stop it. Pull it together.But then my eyes wander to her boobs—round, perky, full. Where the hell has she been hiding that under all those baggy hoodies? And her hips? Perfectly proportioned, leading to that round ass and tiny waist. Damn.“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. Had she always been this hot? Or am