All Chapters of Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ethan I lean against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at Aria like she’s the reason my life’s gone to shit. And maybe she is. “I don’t have anything to do with you anymore, Ethan,” she spits angrily.It pisses me off how she looks at me like I’m some fucking beast. “You think I don’t know what you’re up to? Going around with Lucas like some desperate—” My eyes trail down her body, and, damn, that dress. It’s tight in all the right places, and her tits? Don’t get me started. “—and what’s this?” I gesture at her like I’m disgusted, but my cock twitches in betrayal. “Since when did you start dressing like a fucking whore? Were you hoping I’d come running back to your desperate ass?”Her eyes narrow, her chest rising and falling like she’s ready to explode. “I didn't’t do it for you.”I scoff. "You're lying, Aria. You'll always be my puppet—the one who'll do anything for my validation. I mean, you literally dyed your hair black just because I said I hated your blonde hair."“I don’t want

Lucas The second we step into the bar, I let out a long-ass sigh of relief. Finally, some breathing room away from all the party chaos and… Aria. Not that she was chaos, but the look she gave me earlier when I told her I was horny and bailed? Yeah, my wolf’s been pacing ever since. That tiny flicker of guilt keeps poking at me, like, what if she’s catching feelings? Goddess, I hope not. That wasn’t part of the plan.We grab a table, and Damon wastes no time ordering beers like the frat bro he is. Theo’s already clocked my mood as always.“Yo, man,” Theo leans in, eyebrows raised. “You good? Did Aria say something?”“Nah, we’re fine,” I sigh, taking a long swig of my beer. “I’m just so fucking horny right now.”Damon whistles, smirking. “How many days has it been?”“Days?” Theo scoffs, rolling his eyes. “It’s been, like, a single night for you, man. Calm down.”“One night or one year, it doesn’t matter,” I mutter, setting my beer down with a loud thunk. “I can’t do this. I need to fuc

Aria"Who would’ve thought a cruise ship had a whole-ass salon?" Lily’s jaw is practically on the floor as she gawks at the sparkly sign of the salon."I swear, it’s magnificent." I nod, pretending not to feel my bank account screaming. But then reality hits. "But, uh, guys... this salon looks hella expensive."Mia just scoffs and waves her hand like she’s Beyoncé or something. "Puh-lease. Whatever the cost, we got you. You’re getting that blonde back, and you’re gonna look hot as hell while we do it.""Facts," Lily chimes in, and before I can argue, they drag me inside.And let me tell you, this place is ridiculous. Chandeliers, velvet chairs, mirrors that make you look like a goddess—like, why does a salon on a ship need to be this extra? Anyway, true to their word, Mia and Lily helped me cover the cost because I’m pretty sure my card would’ve bounced.An hour later, I’m staring at myself in the mirror, and damn. My hair is dirty blonde, soft waves cascading down my shoulders, and i

Aria “Alpha!” I gasp, but he silences me with a finger sliding between my wet folds. My body betrays me, a moan escaping as he pumps slowly, torturously. I'm on cloud nine.“Fuck…. don't stop.”“What was that you said?” His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “That your body didn’t want me?”I bite my lip, refusing to give in, but my resolve is crumbling with every stroke.“Did you say you didn’t belong to me?” He adds another finger, and my legs shake under his relentless rhythm.“Say it,” he demands sharply. “Who does this pussy belong to?”Fuck my pride. It’s out the window now. “Please…” The word tumbles from my lips, unbidden.“Please, what?” He smirks, his fingers never slowing. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He presses, emphasizing his demand with a flick of his fingers that makes my love juices pool down my thighs. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel myself unraveling with every movement. I want him. I want him to fucking claim me right now.How

Lucas We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fingers, and hear the way she moans my name. Shit. My wolf’s been growling in my head ever since. He wants her just as much as I do.But feelings? No. Fuck that. Not happening. I’m not that guy. Never have been, never will be.Damon smacks his hockey stick on the ice, snapping me out of my thoughts. “So, what the hell was that all about, man?”I raise a brow, playing dumb. “What do you mean?”“Aria,” Damon presses, smirking. “You were all worked up earlier, storming out like someone stole your beer. What gives?”“Seriously dude,” Theo chimes in, leaning on his stick. “One second, we’re practicing, and the next, you’re out there hunting her down like a damn bloodhound. What’s up?”I sigh, grippin