All Chapters of Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucas I take a sharp breath, dragging myself inside Beta John's suite. My father's face appears on the TV screen, his gaze hard and unforgiving. He’s in his study, dressed in a sharp gray suit, papers cluttered across his desk..probably some fucking business deal he’s handling.John waves me over like this is some casual family meeting and not an ambush. I drop onto the couch, glaring at the screen. The old man doesn’t even say hi.“So, you’ve been ignoring my mind-links. What’s the meaning of this, Lucas? Have you lost your damn mind?”I roll my eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t fall out. “I was busy. Practicing.”“Practicing?” He scoffs, leaning closer to the screen. “Or messing around with that… that pack runt?”That’s it. My anger flares up like gasoline on a bonfire. “Dad, she’s my fucking mate!”“Watch your mouth, Lucas. I’m your father and your Alpha.”“You started it!” I snap. “You talk about her like she’s nothing…like she’s trash”He laughs…a cold, humorless sound that

Aria"Are you alright?" Lucas’s gray eyes soften as they linger on me, trailing slowly from my face to the outline of my boobs, then my hips. That’s when I remember…I’m still wearing Lily’s stupidly short gown. My face heats up, and my core pulses with a dangerous kind of awareness. I try, but I can’t pull my gaze from his ridiculously perfect body.“Aria... are you listening to me?”His voice jolts me out of my not-so-innocent thoughts. My mind was wandering, imagining those fucking tight muscles of his bending me in all sorts of ways and fucking me until my legs gave out.“Yes... I’m alright,” I blurt out, but my voice comes out sharper than I intend.His brows knit slightly. “Are you sure? You should’ve stayed at the medical center.”“I’m fucking fine.” The words tumble out, and they sound harsher than I meant.Lucas drops his gaze but doesn’t argue. Instead, he turns and heads to the bathroom, probably to shower.The second I hear the water running, I flop back on the bed, kicking

AriaWhen we finally pull apart from the kiss, I’m panting like I just ran a damn marathon, and Lucas looks as stunned as hell. The problem? my panties are soaked, and my body feels like it’s on fire. Great. Just great.“That was... uh, great,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m going to the changing room.”“I’m coming with you,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he nods anyway.I shoot a triumphant look at Ethan across the rink. He looks mad as hell, probably ready to blow a gasket. Stupid bastard. I mutter a curse under my breath as I rush to catch up with Lucas, linking my arm with his like it’s no big deal.When we step into the changing room, my eyes nearly pop out of my skull. Half-naked guys are everywhere…sweaty, muscled, toned abs glistening under the fluorescent lights. Holy fuck. It’s like stepping onto the set of a Calvin Klein commercial. But here’s the weird part…every time one of them glances my way, they immedia

Ethan I'm still fuming as I walk away from Aria. She’s standing there, looking all stunned and shit, but I don’t even care. That’s exactly what I want. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m gonna make her life a living hell until she’s crawling back to me, begging for my attention. I smirk to myself at the thought…it’s gonna be so satisfying.But then that damn image hits me again. Lucas. Kissing. Her. My fists clench so hard it feels like my knuckles might split open. I hate that it bothers me. I hate that it’s been clawing at my brain all day. Jealous? Nah, no fucking way. It’s just my wolf reacting to the mate bond or some shit. Yeah, that’s gotta be it. Nothing else makes sense.Still, my mood’s trash, so I storm over to Vanessa. She’s standing there, looking guilty as hell.“So, what the fuck happened back there?” I demand sharply.She sighs, flashing me this fake-ass laugh like I’m stupid. “Alpha Ethan, don’t believe that bitch. That wasn’t what happened.”“Shut the fuck up, Vanessa

AriaMy eyes scan the girl from head to toe. She’s tall…like, runway model who could strut in six-inch heels without breaking a sweat tall. Her long, jet-black hair looks like it belongs in a shampoo commercial, all glossy and perfect. Those hazel eyes of hers sparkle like she’s been genetically engineered in a lab for maximum perfection. And her skin? Ugh, smooth, olive-toned, and glowing like she bathes in liquid gold. Honestly, if we weren’t in this situation, I’d probably be begging her for skincare tips.She arches a perfectly plucked brow at me. "Can I help you?" Her voice is smooth, but her tone? Full of sass.Oh, this is who Lucas didn’t come home for? Perfect."Who are you?" I snap, crossing my arms. "Where’s Alpha Lucas? And what exactly were you doing in there?"She stares at me like I’ve just told her Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie, then starts laughing. LAUGHING. Like I’m the joke here.Before I can say something that might get me banned from Christmas forever, the door