THE CHRISTMAS CURSE: My Hockey Alpha

OUT OF PACK

AMARA'S POV

I spent the next twenty four hours trying to escape. And each time, I was caught. Everything was a blur. I hated that I was caught up in the middle of this.

I was a mess. I didn't get out of bed, barely touched my sandwich. Right now, I wasn't a graceful sight to behold. A knock sounded on my door.

I rolled my eyes, and sunk deeper under my heavy sheets. My mouth was too heavy to speak even if I wanted to. My fate has already been sealed, by fate.

I reached for my phone, and started scrolling when a picture of Rylan Walton popped up on my screen. The picture was taken after victory in one of his games. He looked like an angel right out of the pearly gates.

I hissed and tossed my phone aside. “So much for being the ‘lady's delight’,”

The knock sounded again, and I almost lost it. “Amy, you better open this door before I break it down. Your mom has already given me a go ahead, by the way.” Louisa added as an afterthought.

I shrugged and dragged the sheets, so my whole body was entirely covered. “Not in the mood!” My muffled voice reached her, because she groaned.

“Fine, then I'll have to do this my own way.” Goddamnit! I got out of bed, headed to the door and wow!

“Watch it!” My reflexes set in. I ducked, missing a blow landing on my face by an inch.

Louisa panted. “Well I wouldn't be sorry. You need a proper brain reset.”

I rolled my eyes, as I made my way back to my bed. “Tell me about it.”

She rested her hands against her waist. “Tell me about it. Luna Stacy mentioned that you'd barely come out of this s**t hole, since you found your mate.”

Despair gave way to anger. “I don't have a mate.” I gritted through clenched teeth.

She raised her hands. “I'm not the moon goddess girl. But dang! Why would the moon goddess pull such a stunt on you?”

I shrugged my stiff shoulders. “I'm sure the news is all over the pack.”

“On the contrary, half the girls at school are mad at you,”

I squeezed my face, like I just got choked with a glass of sour lime juice. “Huh?”

“I had an even worse expression when I got a hang of it. We're enemies to the pack. I guess they're more fascinated by his looks, fame and money,” Louisa began. “The internet calls him the perfect three. Because according to them, no man had any business having it all.”

I grimaced. I wasn't enticed by material things. What's wealth without compassion? Even the slightest form of it. Rylan was vain, and not worthy to be my mate.

“I'm planning an escape out of the pack tonight.” I declared.