Fated To My Hockey Alpha Captain Heir

Pamella POV “Dress up and clean up this mess before anyone sees you here.” Damien’s voice came cold and emotionless as he stood from the bed, already pulling on his shirt and trousers as if nothing intimate had happened between us just now. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the blanket tightly around me. The white sheets beneath me were stained with blood, my blood. Only minutes ago, I had given myself to him completely and willingly. It’s my first time. My heart squeezed painfully as reality slowly settled over me. I had trusted him, believed him. He had promised me. He promised that if I allowed him to be my first, he would mark me as his Luna. The sacred bond every werewolf dreamed of receiving from their mate. The symbol that connected two souls chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But now he was acting as though I meant absolutely nothing. I watched silently as he fixed his hockey team jacket, adjusted his collar, and reached for his hockey bag. He was leaving… Just like that. My throat tightened. “You…” My voice shook. “You didn’t mark me.” I say. Damien paused for a second before turning toward me. There was no guilt in his eyes, no regret too. Only indifference and arrogance. His gaze traveled over me briefly before he spoke. “Do you really think you’re fit to become my Luna?” The words sliced through my chest as I stared at him, unable to believe what I had just heard. Damien continued calmly. “My heart belongs to Lizzy, not you.” Something inside me shattered. It felt like invisible claws had ripped through my heart. This was my mate, the person destined for me by the Moon Goddess. The one I had loved secretly for years. And yet he was standing there telling me that I was not worthy enough. Telling me that another woman owned his heart. My lips trembled. Just a few hours ago, everything had felt perfect. Today was my eighteenth birthday, the day every wolf waited for. The day we discovered our fated mates. I still remembered the excitement that had rushed through me earlier this morning when the pull led me to him, Damien. My heartbeat had become uneven, strong and Irresistible. Damien Blackwood, the future Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack, the only son of Alpha Victor Blackwood. The one every girl dreamed about and the one I had secretly loved for years since I was a child while leaving in the maid quarters with my mother. My mother worked as the chief maid inside the Alpha residence. After Father died, Mother and I moved into the pack house. She devoted her entire life to serving the Alpha family. And because of that, I grew up seeing Damien almost every day, watching him from afar and admiring him silently. Dreaming impossible dreams, dreaming that perhaps one day I could stand beside him, not as a maid’s daughter but as his Luna. He was handsome, tall and powerful with an alpha aura. With dark hair and piercing gray eyes that always attracted my attention. People said he carried the aura of confidence. He is also one of the biggest hockey stars at Silver Crest Academy. Almost every female student admired him, Including me. The academy practically worshipped him. Girls followed him everywhere and his hockey matches were always crowded. People cheered his name endlessly but Damien had always belonged to someone else. Lizzy Morgan. The head girl of Silver Crest Academy. She is beautiful, elegant. She already had her wolf, a stunning silver she-wolf everyone admired. Rumors said they were perfect together, the ideal Alpha pair, the future Alpha and Luna. People envied them, praised them supported their relationship and then there was me, Pamella Carter… the maid’s daughter. The strange girl who still hadn’t received her wolf even though I was already eighteen, even hough I had found my mate. It was rare. Almost unheard of. Most wolves awakened their wolf before or immediately after turning eighteen. But mine never came, no voice in my mind, no wolf spirit, nothing. People mocked me because of it. They called me pathetic, desperate and obsessed with Damien but they didn’t understand. They didn’t know how painful the mate bond could be. The pull constantly dragged me toward him. Always! Every single day no matter how much I tried resisting. No matter how many times I reminded myself that he loved Lizzy. But the Moon Goddess had chosen him for me and I couldn’t escape it. When Damien acknowledged our bond earlier today, I thought my prayers had finally been answered. He smiled at me and touched my face gently, called me beautiful, said I had a lovely scent. A scent that drove him crazy and he spoke softly. Sweetly too like someone who truly cared. Or was that all an act? And foolishly, I believed every word. I believed he wanted me. I believed he accepted me. I believed he would mark me. Instead, he only wanted one thing. And after getting it… He was throwing me away as if I were nothing, as if I were disposable. Earlier mate pull had led me to his private hostel while I was heading toward the garden. I thought it was fate. Now I wondered if the Moon Goddess was punishing me. Maybe I should curse her, curse this bond, curse my feelings. Curse everything. Suddenly, Damien’s hand grabbed my chin, his fingers tightened slightly as he forced me to look at him. His expression remained cold. “Listen carefully,” he said. “You will never tell anyone about this.” My breathing became uneven as his eyes darkened. “If anyone finds out, your mother’s life will pay for it.” My entire body stiffened. My mother… He knew exactly where to hurt me. He knew she was my whole world. She had sacrificed everything for me, worked tirelessly every day despite her failing health. And now he was using her against me. “If you speak,” Damien continued calmly, “I’ll make sure she gets punished repeatedly for your mistakes.” Tears finally escaped my eyes uncontrollably as I couldn’t stop them anymore. My vision blurred and I hated how powerless I felt. I hated how easily he destroyed me. “Have I made myself clear?” he asked and I nodded immediately, unable to speak. My body trembled as tears rolled endlessly down my cheeks. “W-why?” I stutter. “Why would you do this to me?” Ignoring my question, Damien picked up his hockey stick, his expression didn’t change. “The game is about to start, hurry up and leave. My team is counting on me. I don’t want you ruining my day.” And with that… he walked away, leaving me behind. Leaving me broken. I watched the door close and the silence that followed felt unbearable. I covered my mouth as sobs escaped me. The tears I had been holding back finally poured out in choking sobs. Pain consumed me. My mate had rejected me. Not officially, not publicly but in every way that mattered. Putting myself together, I slowly removed the bloodstained sheets from around me. Then I dressed quickly. My hands shook so badly that I struggled to button my clothes. After fixing myself as best as I could, I slipped outside. Keeping my head lowered and making sure nobody saw me. Making sure nobody noticed the tears in my eyes or my shattered heart. Later that day, I found myself at Silver Crest Academy. Mother’s sickness got worse as she could barely leave her room. So she asked me to take her place and help with the cleaning duties around the academy. Normally, I would have been happy to help. But today… Today everything hurt. The academy stadium was overflowing with people. Students filled every seat and teachers stood near the sidelines. Pack members gathered proudly to support their teams and conversations echoed everywhere. Cheers erupted from the audience. The atmosphere was alive. Energetic. Exciting. Yet I felt empty. Broken too. Nervously, my eyes searched the field and found him immediately. He is now dressed in his hockey uniform, looking confident as ever. As though he hadn’t destroyed someone’s heart only hours ago. As though I never existed. I couldn’t stop watching him and even when I wanted to. Even when it hurt. The mate bond refused to let me look away. Suddenly, the whistle blew and players began preparing themselves. And suddenly… Lizzy appeared. She ran straight toward Damien with a bright smile on her face. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Right there… In front of everyone. “Good luck,” she said happily. “Make me proud.” Damien smirked slightly. “Anything for you.” The crowd cheered and some girls sighed dreamily. Others admired them openly. They looked perfect together. Like they were made for each other. Meanwhile, I stood there trying not to fall apart. The mate pull twisted painfully inside my chest and it hurt more than I thought possible. Watching my mate publicly claim another woman, watching him smile at her, talk to her gently and give her what I had desperately wanted, love, acceptance and a Luna future was unbearable. I couldn’t stay there any longer. Heartbroken, I turned around quickly, desperate to escape. Desperate to breathe. But before I could get far, I crashed into someone, in front of a solid chest. I looked up immediately. The person standing before me wore a hockey uniform and number 9 was printed across it. I recognized him, everyone did. He was the new student at Silver Crest Academy. Ronan Hayes. Wiping my tears, I lowered my head and hurried away.