Rejected by the Hockey Alpha, Claimed by his Rival

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like polished glass under my skates. I adjusted my heavy gloves, my chest risi

mbotron overhead, my lips cur

d the final numbers i

ague showcase match. More importantly,

called out from the edge of the rink. She was waving her

I just really wanted to show everyone what an omega can actually do when we're given a rea

t. "The scouts in the VIP box haven't stopped taking notes since the second period. Your stats are li

pounding with pure, unadulterated adrenaline. This

rrogant defensemen, and every mocking comment from Alphas who thought omegas bel

deep love for this sport, a fierce attachment

r in the arena s

t through the smell of sweat, leather, and rubber. It was a r

my throat. Inside my chest, my inner wolf, usually quiet and deeply fo

a

completely undeniable. A sudden surge of fear mi

g around my hockey stick. Walking onto the ic

the most powerful Alpha heir in the entire country. He wore his pristine team je

same pull, Logan's dar

like a live wire, sending a shockwave right through my core. For one beautiful, brea

partner who could actually understand my world. I felt a profound

ticed my completely frozen expression. "Hey, what's wr

rely on their own as the yearning pulled at

gasped, her eyes wid

ready tracking Logan's movements, but as he stopped right on the giant center logo and waited fo

vy shift in the atmospheric pressure. The sharp scent of

rom him. His dark eyes scanned my jersey, tracking the

embling just a little bit as a sudd

lated stone. He stepped a fraction closer, ensuring the directional

t," Logan said, his deep voice carry

ashbulbs went off, and cameras zoomed in on us, flashing rapidly. My heart soared, a bright smile starting t

ied completely whe

rejec

alyzing fear gripped me, followed instantly by a crushing weight. I st

udible over the sudden, deafening ring

ivering a bad quarterly corporate report. "The Ironclaw Titans need a Luna who commands authority. My pack needs a leader

but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to shrink under his gaze. "I just scored two go

uld hear his next words. "Don't make a scene, Nora. Walk away with some dignity.

t past me witho

jumbotron overhead displayed my face in high-definition-pa

ed loudly from the front r

elevision?" another voice laughed online, the socia

y, a deep, tearing pain ripping through my very soul. The rejection felt like hot acid pouring t

glass boards, their phones lifted, recording

dening into a wall of pure, roaring anger. Do no

sharp needles against my skin. I looked at Logan's retreating back as he walked off the ice, completely surrounde

hispered to myself, my voice turning dangerously quiet, all the

d held high, even as my entir