The Hockey Alpha Wants Me

Chapter 11 Jane's Pov

I knew something was off the moment Geneva grabbed my arm in the parking lot.

“You’re coming with me,” she said, dragging me across the asphalt.

“Geneva, what the hell?” I snapped, trying to pull free.

“Trust me,” she said, not letting go. “We need distance.”

“Distance from what?” I asked, frowning.

“Two Alphas starting a war over your perfume.”

I blinked at her, “You’re exaggerating.”

Geneva didn’t answer. She just kept pulling me faster, ignoring my protests. I scowled, trying to keep up. My chest was already tight, like something was pressing against it. Damian’s energy… it wasn’t the usual, confident pull. It was different. Possessive. Volatile. Dangerous.

I shoved the thought aside. Geneva was probably exaggerating. She always did when it came to boys.

By the time we got back to the dorm, my phone started buzzing. Nonstop. Notifications. Texts. Snapchats. Calls. I grabbed it and froze.

“Jane, you’ve got to see this,” Geneva said, pointing at my screen.

I did. My stomach twisted. Rumors. A fight challenge. Damian was involved. Another Alpha claiming he was going to “win” me. The same Alpha I had encountered at the store.

I stared at the messages, heart sinking, hands shaking slightly.

“What the hell is going on?” I hissed.

Geneva shrugged, “I told you. Distance. Alphas and their egos. You know the drill.”

I groaned and stuffed my phone into my bag, “This is insane.”

Then the hallway door slammed.

Damian stormed in with a frown. Eyes burning gold. Not a casual glare. Not the playful smirk. Full-on fire.

My chest went cold.

“Damian,” I said, stepping in front of him. “Explain yourself.”

He didn’t answer at first. Just kept walking, fists clenching at his sides.

“Damian.” My voice was sharper this time. “Now.”

He stopped, stared at me, then exhaled, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Oh, I don’t need to worry?” I shot back, stepping closer. “You’re about to start a war over me, and I’m supposed to just ignore it?”

He shook his head, like it was no big deal, “It’s not a war. It’s—” He hesitated.

I cut him off, “It is a war. You and some other Alpha. For me. Don’t deny it.”

He looked at me for a long second. Then he lowered his gaze. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” I laughed, bitter. “Damian, this isn’t a game. This isn’t about being complicated. This is about people potentially getting hurt because of… because of me.”

He finally looked at me, and I could see it. The tension in his shoulders. The way he was holding back something, “Jane, I didn’t mean for it to—”

“You didn’t mean for it to?” I snapped. “Damian, you publicly challenged your whole team. For me. Do you even understand what that looks like?”

He flinched at my words, “I… I just—”

“Just what?” I demanded. “You think this is flattering? That this is cute? That two Alpha teams are about to fight over me like I’m some trophy?”

He swallowed. Didn’t answer.

I felt my anger building. Not at him. Not really. At the situation. At the idea of being treated like some object. My stomach turned. My hands curled into fists at my sides.

“I am not a prize,” I said, voice shaking but firm. “I am not something to fight over. Do you understand me?”

“I understand,” he said quietly. “I… I just wanted to—”

“Stop,” I hissed. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

There was a long pause. The hallway felt smaller, tighter. I could hear my own heartbeat. The buzz of the fluorescent lights. Damian breathing, slow and steady, but something tense under the surface.

“You’re not going to be part of any macho nonsense,” I said, taking a step back. “Any of it. You, me, no one. If someone wants to fight, they fight their own fight. I won’t be in the middle of it.”

He nodded slowly. No growling. No Alpha posturing. Just… quiet. I didn’t like it, but I also didn’t feel like I could argue with him.

“Jane…” he started, soft. Not the Damian I knew. Not the Alpha roaring in the Den or on the field. Just… him. Quiet, careful. “I’ll figure this out. I promise. No one’s getting hurt. Not because of me.”

I hissed through my teeth and looked away. My hands were still shaking, “You better. Because if this blows up…”

I just shook my head and urned on my heel and walked away. My steps were fast. My heart was racing. I didn’t want to look back, didn’t want to see him standing there like that, calm but dangerous all at once.

“Jane!” Geneva’s voice called from behind me. “You okay?”

I kept walking, not looking at her. “I’m fine,” I said, though I wasn’t.

Inside my room, I slammed the door and leaned against it, arms crossed, trying to breathe. Trying to make sense of it all.

Fear settled in my chest. Not just fear of Damian losing control, though that was there. Not just fear of two teams fighting over me. But fear of how fast things were moving. How deep I was starting to care.

I sank onto my bed and buried my face in my hands. The anger was still there, simmering, but beneath it was that sharp, gnawing worry.

Damian had made a public challenge. He had thrown his team into chaos. All for me. And I didn’t know if I was ready for what that meant.

I pressed my phone to my chest. No new messages. No new notifications. I didn’t want them. Didn’t want to see the world’s reaction to Damian’s stunt.

I just wanted him to be… himself. Quiet. Calm. Not pulling me into some Alpha war. Not risking everything over me.

I exhaled slowly. My wolf growled softly under my skin, uneasy, sensing the tension.

“Not my problem,” I muttered under my breath. But it was my problem. Somehow, it had become my problem.

And Damian… he had no idea how much he’d stirred me.

I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted to focus on my classes, on the dorm, on anything that wasn’t him.

But the hallway, the buzz of my phone, his eyes, his quiet promise… it wouldn’t leave me.

I sat there for a long time, just breathing, trying to sort through it all. Anger. Fear. Something else. Something deeper that I wasn’t ready to name.

Eventually, I stood and paced the room, restless. My mind kept going back to that look he gave me. Calm. Controlled. Promising. Dangerous.

I swallowed hard. “This can’t… it can’t go on like this,” I said to myself.

I grabbed my bag, checked my phone again, and sat on the edge of my bed, trying to focus. I refused to let this spiral further.