Falling for the hot alpha hockey star

Skylar thought she had it all until Liam, her boyfriend, betrayed her. She was broken and furious until she met Ryder,the gruff captain of the hockey team and feared alpha of a ruthless biker gang. She planned to use him for revenge. But Ryder's dangerous gaze made her question everything. When her family gave her a risky mission tied to Ryder's pack, secrets long hidden were revealed pulling her deeper into a world she barely understood. Now she's caught between two worlds and one question haunts her: Was she using him... or was he claiming her?

Chapters

Chapter 1

Skylar's POV

Hey y'all welcome to my world of drama, buckle up cuz shit's messy and loud as hell .

"Skylar! What the hell do you think you're doing with him?"

That's not how you want to end a school day. That's not how you want to start any day. Unless, of course, you enjoy the entire schoolyard turning into your personal audience while your mom screams like she's headlining some reality TV show.

Heads swiveled, jaws dropped, and I considered throwing myself into the nearest trash can just to get it over with.

Beside me, Mila was already wheezing with laughter. "Your mom really knows how to make an entrance," she whispered.

"Don't encourage her," I hissed, forcing a smile like maybe, just maybe, this wasn't happening.

And Ryder? He just stood there, hands in his pockets, expression as blank as always. Like being called out by the scariest mom alive was just another Tuesday. Typical.

But okay, let's rewind before I start sounding like some tragic soap opera victim.

My name's Skylar . I belong to a werewolf pack, but here's the fun part: I can't shift. Never have. Never will. Everyone else in my family got the fur, the claws, the dramatic moonlight transformations. Me? Nothing. Nada. Zero. Just plain old me in plain old skin.

When I was four, all the other kids were out in the woods, running around in half-wolf form while their parents clapped like it was graduation day. I stood there, staring at the moon, waiting for something anything to happen. Spoiler: nothing did.

People started calling me "the lost pup." Cute, right? Like I was a misplaced sock. My sister Elena took it a step further and called me "failure." Honestly, points for creativity.

My parents didn't even bother naming my condition. They just sighed. Constantly. You'd think sighing was a competitive sport the way they did it. Long sighs, short sighs, disappointed sighs you get the picture.

School wasn't much better. Being the wolf who couldn't wolf made me the perfect punching bag. Kids shoved me into lockers, called me "human girl," whispered about me being cursed. You'd think it would toughen me up, but nope I mostly survived by keeping my head down and my comebacks sharper than my claws (oh wait, I don't have any).

The only reason I didn't combust by age ten was Mila Donovan. Mila was my best friend and possibly a future bodyguard if her temper ever got put on payroll. She didn't care that I couldn't shift. She didn't care that the entire pack looked at me like I was defective. She was just...Mila. Fierce, funny, completely insane in the best way.

Like one afternoon, we were walking across campus when some jerk from a rival pack sneered, "Hey, human girl. Lost pup wandering again?"

I was ready to pretend I hadn't heard him classic survival move but Mila stepped in front of me like a five-foot shield. "Back off," she snapped, eyes blazing.

They laughed, but they left. Mila turned to me, grinning. "See? You don't have to face them alone."

That was Mila. She saved me from drowning in my own freak label more times than I can count.

At home, though? Different story. Elena was relentless.

"Still can't shift?" she'd ask, barging into my room uninvited.

"Nope," I'd reply, eyes glued to my homework.

"You'll never be anything but a disappointment," she'd sigh dramatically before stealing my hoodie.

I wish I could say her words didn't hurt, but they did. Every time. And yet, I still wanted her approval. Call it masochism, call it sibling trauma whatever.

My parents weren't cruel, just...quietly crushing. Their disappointment filled the house like wallpaper. They were too busy with pack politics to deal with me anyway. Maybe they thought if they ignored my condition long enough, it would just magically fix itself. Or maybe they didn't know what to do with me. Either way, it left me stuck.

Nights were the hardest. When the pack howled under the full moon, I sat on my window ledge, staring up at the sky, begging for something to happen. For my bones to crack, for fur to sprout, for a howl to tear out of my throat. Nothing ever came. Just silence.

But here's the thing nobody realizes: being the "broken" one doesn't make you weak. It makes you observant. When you're the outcast, you notice things others miss. And while they're busy laughing at me, I'm busy surviving.

Because useless? No. I'm many things awkward, stubborn, hoodie thief victim but useless isn't one of them.

Besides, you don't have to be a wolf to bite.

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Action Modern Mystery

8.5

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8.5

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8.8

Disguised to kill the mafia heir

8.8

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Action Billionaire LGBT+Mafia

7.7

Genius Wife's Revenge: Too Late For Regret

7.7

For two years, I played the role of the "Midwestern mistake," the mousey wife Julian Ford-Sterling IV kept hidden like a shameful secret. I hid my true self behind thick glasses and ashen foundation, acting as the perfect, cowed charity case while he lived a life of marble and indifference. The day our marriage contract ended, the headlines were already screaming about his affair with Hollywood’s sweetheart, Lana Vane. Julian didn't even grant me a final conversation; he simply sent his legal team to hand me divorce papers that gave me nothing—no alimony, no shares, just a non-disclosure agreement and a one-way ticket out of his life. I signed the papers and walked away, but a drugged encounter in a dark club that same night led me back into his arms. We collided in the shadows, two strangers stripped of their titles, but I fled before dawn, accidentally leaving behind my vintage silver locket. By the time I reached my secret design studio the next morning, I discovered Julian had executed a hostile takeover of my entire life’s work. To my horror, Lana Vane was already there, clutching my stolen locket and shamelessly claiming she was the woman Julian had spent the night with. Julian stood before me in his charcoal suit, looking at me with total lack of recognition. To him, I was just a "gold-digging" architect he had bought along with the furniture. I watched them together, the man who had discarded me and the woman who had stolen my identity, realizing that Julian was obsessed with the genius of "Rose" while despising the woman who stood right in front of him. He had no idea that the wife he’d just divorced was the very person he was now desperate to control. I straightened my spine, my violet-blue eyes cold and lethal behind my new designer frames. "Mr. Ford-Sterling, you wanted the best designer in the city? You’ve got her. But you should know—I don't just build empires. I know exactly how to tear them down."

Action Mystery Romance

9.6

His Choice Wasn't Me

9.6

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8.6

Obsidian Heart

8.6

Ten years ago, Rocco Valeriano made a choice. He chose the crown of a crime boss over the innocent light of his first love, Eliza Hawthorne. He forced her to run, believing it was the only way to save her from the darkness that consumed him. Now, she's back, an acclaimed artist unwittingly stepping into the crosshairs of a city still echoing with the Valeriano name. Rocco, the ruthless and enigmatic head of the Valeriano family, rules his empire with an iron fist and a heart forged in shadows. But Eliza's return shatters his carefully constructed world, exposing the raw vulnerability he thought long buried. He'll stop at nothing to protect her, even if it means dragging her back into his orbit, controlling her life with velvet chains, and becoming the monster she always feared Eliza, fierce and independent, resists his possessive power at every turn. She wants her freedom, her art, and a life untouched by his dangerous world. Yet, as threats from rival families close in, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of his making, forced to confront the impossible truth: the only man who can keep her safe is the one who broke her heart, and the only way to survive might be to surrender to the darkness within his 'Obsidian Heart.' Can two souls, irrevocably changed by fate and choice, find redemption amidst a storm of violence, loyalty, and a love that refuses to die? Or will their dangerous game consume them both, leaving only ashes where a burning passion once stood?

Action Modern Romance

Falling for the hot alpha hockey star

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