Fake Dating The Hockey Alpha

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he elegant carpet feels like walking on clouds, the furniture looks like it was handpicked by a billionaire..which,

ing by the door with that smug expression he

show too much. "Your suite is... great. Ac

Wolf Academy, I deserve only the fucking best." He winks like h

n Goddess? First, Ethan the dirty cheater, and now this cocky, out-of-my-l

e says, gesturing around like he's showing off a masterpiece. "The fridge is stocked,

ng over the sheer size of this suite. He ya

the fun kind. The bathroom door is... fucking tr

g, no lead-up, nothing. And let me tell you, his chest looks like it was sculpted by Gree

the lump in my damn throat. St

he isn't guilty. "You shy? I tho

, Alpha. I'm n

stically in my head. 'Sure

into the bathroom with his pants on, thank the goddess. I plop onto th

glass door. Big mistake. Even with the frosted edges, I

swings open, and he step

f the bed, slapping my hands over

tone is dripping with mockery, and I ca

you ever heard of d

ke you haven't seen

gers. "Put some damn

rt attack." He laughs, stroll

white t-shirt that clings to him like a second skin and low-

e of me?" he asks, sauntering toward

ine. "Why would I

g in close, "you're scared

and woodsy hits me like a freaking drug. I hold my br

snap, but my voice waver

, I could make you beg me to fuck you so

"You're fuckin

studying me like I'm some

who throw themselves at yo

et's be clear-I'm not into you either. You're not my type. But if yo

eks flaming. "You're s

er, Aria." And with that, he strides out of

bed, letting out a groan. How the hell am I s

y head. 'Oh, shut up,' I tell her. But deep down

orrow, I'm going to make that fuckin