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Wolfless Love: A Hockey Sweetheart's Tale

Scenario: The Hockey Alpha was My Childhood Sweetheart is a werewolf romance novel that follows the story of Shana, a girl who discovers she is "wolfless" or without a werewolf counterpart. When Shana transfers to a new school, she gets bullied for being wolfless, but the hot hockey team captain comes to her rescue and sweeps her off her feet, revealing they were childhood sweethearts. The novel explores Shana's journey of self-discovery and finding love despite her perceived flaw of being wolfless in a world of werewolves.
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The Hockey Alpha was My Childhood Sweetheart is a werewolf romance novel that follows the story of Shana, a girl who discovers she is "wolfless" or without a werewolf counterpart. When Shana transfers to a new school, she gets bullied for being wolfless, but the hot hockey team captain comes to her rescue and sweeps her off her feet, revealing they were childhood sweethearts. The novel explores Shana's journey of self-discovery and finding love despite her perceived flaw of being wolfless in a world of werewolves.
I was wolfless.
It was a fact that had haunted me since I was born.
My parents, both werewolves, had hoped that I would find my wolf by the time I turned eighteen, but now that my birthday was only days away, it seemed less and less likely.
They’d been disappointed, of course.
I’d seen the way their eyes had darkened when I’d told them that I still hadn’t found my wolf on the eve of my sixteenth birthday.
But they’d never treated me any differently than they did my brother, who’d found his wolf two years before.
My parents had done everything they could to help me find mine, too, but it was no use.
She was gone.
I didn’t expect them to understand how it felt to be wolfless.
They had each other and my brother, and all of my friends had found their wolves as well.
I was alone in a world full of werewolves, and it wasn’t easy to forget what I lacked when everything around me reminded me of it.
I sighed and sat up.
The sun was just beginning to rise behind the curtains, casting a faint glow across the room.
My first day at Crescent Moon High was only hours away, and my stomach churned at the thought of walking into a school full of werewolves when I knew for certain that I would never find my mate there.
I didn’t understand why my parents had insisted on sending me there in the first place.
Surely they knew that it was impossible for me to find my wolf now?
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I pushed the thoughts aside and crawled out of bed, telling myself that there was still a chance that my wolf would come back to me before I turned eighteen.
The first day of school was always a mix of excitement and anxiety for me.
I loved school—in fact, I loved almost everything about learning.
But I also knew just how brutal werewolves could be toward anyone who fell short of their expectations, and the thought of spending six more hours than necessary with them made me want to crawl back into bed and hide under the covers.
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to run from the classroom as soon as the first bell rang, but I managed to stay put until I heard the door open and close behind me.
The teacher smiled at us from behind his desk and cleared his throat to get our attention.“Good morning,” he said.“Before we get started today, I have an announcement to make.” He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on a slender girl with long brunette hair who sat in the second row.“It seems we have a new transfer student.”
He gestured for her to stand up, and she did so reluctantly.
Her eyes darted around the room nervously as she clutched the strap of her backpack tightly in one hand.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself?”
The girl cleared her throat and gave the class a shy smile.
“I’m Emily Parker,” she said in a soft voice.
“It’s nice to meet you all.”
Her introduction was met with a smattering of applause from the rest of us, but it died almost instantly when the door opened again.
A group of boys filed in one by one, each more intimidating than the last.
The air around them crackled with energy, and I inhaled sharply when I caught a whiff of their scents.
They were all alphas.
My eyes scanned the hallway behind them for the pack leader, but he was nowhere to be found.
I didn’t have to wait long, though.
The door swung open a third time, and the boys parted to let someone through.
He was taller than the rest of them by at least a head—probably more—and his muscles strained against the fabric of his flannel shirt like they were trying to break free.
His hair was cropped short on the sides but a few inches longer on top, which only served to make him look even more menacing than he already did.
He met the teacher’s eyes with a cold stare and waited for him to speak.
“Ah,” the teacher said nervously, “you must be Tyler.” He paused for a moment before continuing in a shaky voice.
“You’re a little early.
We weren’t expecting you until next week.”
Tyler’s dark eyes flicked over the classroom before settling on me in the back row.
I shivered under his gaze and tried to ignore the way my heartbeat quickened at the sight of him.
He raised his eyebrows when our eyes met, but I looked away before I could see what emotion—disgust or revulsion—filled them.
“I’m not here to talk,” he said quietly.
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The teacher cleared his throat and nodded.
Tyler turned his gaze back to me and took a step forward.
It wasn’t until that moment that I realized he was holding a carton of juice in his hand.
He popped the top open and took a swig, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
I watched in growing horror as a few drops of orange liquid slid down his chin and onto his shirt.
“Are you scared?”
he asked, grinning.
“You shouldn’t be.” He held the carton up in front of his face, then tipped it over my head and squeezed.
Sticky liquid poured out in an unending stream, dousing me from head to toe.
The rest of the class erupted in laughter as I sat there helplessly, too stunned to move.
When the carton was empty, he tossed it aside and wiped his hands on his jeans.
“See, now you’re a little bit more like us.”
He smiled coldly and spat on the ground at my feet.
“I can still smell your wolf,” he said, his voice low.
“Or should I say, your lack of one?”
He smirked and took a step toward me.
I flinched away from him, but he grabbed me by the shoulder and hauled me to my feet.
“Is it true?”
he asked, his voice hard.
“Are you really wolfless?”
I tried to shake my head, but he was gripping me too tightly.
I could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of my t-shirt, and the scent of citrus was so strong that it made me gag.
“Answer me,” he growled.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then show me your teeth,” he said, baring his in a cruel imitation of a smile.
A chorus of laughter erupted around us, and his pack members egged him on from the sidelines.
“Yeah,” one of them said.
“Show us what you’ve got.”
“Go on,” Tyler urged me.
“I want to see if you’re as strong as you think you are.”
I bared my teeth at him with a snarl and pushed him away, but he didn’t even stumble under the force of the blow.
He just laughed and wiped the juice off his face with the back of his hand before smearing it on his shirt with a grin.
“It’s cute that you think you can take me on,” he said, his eyes lighting up with amusement.
“I could take you,” I shot back, my face burning with embarrassment and anger.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gotten into a fight, but it was definitely the first time someone had started one with me over something I couldn’t control.
“I’d like to see you try,” he said, his smile widening as he took another step toward me.
He was so close that I could feel the heat of his body against my skin, and the scent of citrus was so overwhelming that it made my head spin.
I clenched my fists at my sides to keep from lashing out at him, but the longer I stood there, the more my anger bubbled to the surface, threatening to boil over at any second.
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“Is there a problem here?”
The voice that came from behind me was deep and smooth, with a musical lilt that sent shivers down my spine.
I turned around to see who it belonged to, and I nearly fell over when I saw him standing there.
He was tall, with dark hair that curled around his ears and bright blue eyes that glowed like sapphires in the dim light of the classroom.
He had a muscular build that was clearly defined under his tight t-shirt, and he smelled like pine and cinnamon as he walked past me and stepped up to Tyler’s side.
His arrival seemed to catch everyone off guard, including Tyler himself, who had been caught in the act of squeezing the life out of my shoulder.
I wrenched myself free from his grip and stepped back, trying to regain some semblance of composure as I stared up at the boy who had come to my rescue.
“You shouldn’t be picking on the new kids,” the boy said to Tyler in a tone that was deceptively mild.
“It’s not very nice.”
“And who’s going to stop me?”
Tyler shot back, his voice dripping with insubordination as his pack members took a step closer to him and puffed out their chests in solidarity.
“I am,” the boy said simply, his smile widening into a grin as he folded his arms across his chest and squared his shoulders in a way that made him look even more intimidating than he already was.
The pack members on either side of Tyler took a step back and cast nervous glances at each other, but Tyler didn’t seem fazed by the boy’s show of force.
He just scowled at him and pushed up the sleeves of his shirt as if he were preparing for a fight.
“Who do you think you are?”
he demanded, puffing out his chest and glaring up at the boy from beneath his furrowed brow.
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The boy’s grin widened and turned slightly mischievous as he met Tyler’s gaze head-on and cocked his head to one side in a gesture that was both authoritative and playful at the same time.
Alex Johnson,” he said with a wink and a smile that made my heart stop in my chest.
“But you can call me Ace.”
Tyler’s scowl deepened and his pack members took another step back as they exchanged worried glances with each other and muttered amongst themselves in hushed tones, but Alex didn’t seem to notice or care as he stepped forward and clapped Tyler on the shoulder in a friendly gesture that was so out of place it was almost comical.
“I’d like to say it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a charming smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle as he glanced down at the hand that was wrapped around Tyler’s shoulder and then back up at his face, “but I’m afraid I can’t do that in good conscience.”
Tyler’s scowl deepened and his eyes flashed with anger as he shoved Alex’s hand away and took a step back, but Alex just let out a soft laugh and shrugged his shoulders in a way that made him look even more intimidating than he already was.
“Can’t say I’m surprised to find you here,” he said in a tone that was playfully condescending as he looked Tyler up and down and shook his head in mock disapproval.
“I mean, I knew you were a bully and all, but I didn’t think you’d still be picking on the wolfless kids.”
“Wolfless?”
Tyler scoffed, a look of disgust flashing across his face as he glared at Alex with narrowed eyes and balled-up fists.
“That girl’s nothing but a—”
“Human,” Alex cut him off with a snort of amusement, “I know.”
He paused for a moment and fixed Tyler with a knowing look that was so intense it made him take a step back and glance away nervously as Alex stepped forward to close the gap between them and stared down at him with a look of contempt that was almost comical in its absurdity.
“What’s a matter?”
he asked, his voice low and menacing as he locked eyes with Tyler and took another step forward until they were standing toe-to-toe with each other in a way that left no room for doubt about who was in charge and who wasn’t.
“Don’t have the balls to pick on someone your own size?”
“Who says she’s not my size?”
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