Tamed and Claimed by the Hockey Alpha

Chapter 4: Teaching a Lesson

Chapter 4

Kestrel's Pov

I don't understand why this arrogant, bratty new student thinks he has the right to drag me away from Diego. That moment was precious to me and he ruined it.

"Let me go!" I yell, trying to wrench my arm free from his iron grip as he pulls me further away from the garden. "Who the f**k do you think you are to tell me what to do with Diego?"

Zephyrius stops abruptly and spins around to face me, his dark eyes blazing with fury. "There's nothing special about you," he snarls, "but it's so f*****g annoying watching you use that face to act so stupid."

His words hit me like a slap. "What face? What are you talking about?"

"Just because he's a hockey captain doesn't give you the right to do things that make you look so cheap and stupid," he continues, his voice dripping with disgust.

I stare at him in shock. Cheap? Stupid? "You don't know anything about me or my relationship with Diego!"

Something flickers across his features , something that definitely looked like pain, maybe, or rage. When he speaks again, his voice is barely controlled. "I hate the Moon Goddess so f*****g much right now. But I will not stand by and watch someone who belongs to me act like a twat."

"Belongs to you?" I'm so confused I can barely form words. "Are you completely insane? This isn't the first time I've helped Diego with assignments. He's busy with hockey and—"

"Keep your useless ego down," I snap, finding my voice. "I don't belong to anybody except Diego. And I'll do whatever s**t I want to do!"

His eyes flash that unnatural green color again, and when he speaks, his voice is deadly quiet. "If you don't want to see a side of me I'm not prepared to reveal, you will not f*****g go anywhere near him tomorrow. You're going to be a calm, good girl."

He steps closer, and I can smell something wild and dangerous on him - like pine fruit and stormy earth.

"Unless," he continues, his voice dropping to a whisper that makes my skin prickle, "you're willing to let me ruin you. Like the bad girl you never were."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there completely bewildered.

What the hell just happened?

I rush back to where I left Diego, my heart pounding with confusion and something else I can't name. Thankfully, he's still there, gathering up the scattered papers from his assignments.

"Diego!" I call out, hurrying over to him. "I'm so sorry about that. I don't understand what was wrong with him. Maybe he was mistaking me for someone else?"

Diego looks up and gives me that easy smile that always makes my heart flutter. "Don't worry about it, Kess. Some people are just crazy."

"I'll work on the assignments tonight," I promise, kneeling down to help him collect the papers. "I'll have everything ready for you tomorrow morning."

He reaches out and cups my face gently, his thumb brushing across my cheek. "You always have such a pure heart, Kess. Meet me at the field tomorrow morning, early. Before practice starts."

I nod eagerly, my skin tingling where he touched me. "Of course…. I'll be there."

That night, I worked harder than I've ever worked before. My dorm room becomes a war zone of textbooks, laptops, and energy drink cans as I tackle Diego's assignments. Thank God for my technological skills and the multiple devices I've collected over the years. By 3 AM, I've completed everything….from research papers, lab reports, even a presentation on advanced calculus.

I barely sleep, too excited about seeing Diego in the morning with a smile of satisfaction on his face. This feels different somehow, more intimate than our usual exchanges. Maybe he's finally starting to see me as more than just his academic helper.

The next morning, I pack everything carefully in my backpack and head toward the practice field. The campus is still quiet, with only a few early joggers and maintenance workers around. But as I walk, something prickles at my skin. A feeling like I'm being watched.

I try to shake it off, but the sensation only gets stronger. Even with my wolf locked away, my instincts are screaming that someone is following me. I pick up my pace, my heart starting to race.

The presence behind me moves faster too.

I can't take it anymore. I spin around quickly, expecting to catch whoever's been stalking me.

Zeph stands there, maybe ten feet away, like he materialized out of thin air.

I flinch so hard I drop my backpack, stumbling backward. His presence is overwhelmingly powerful and dangerous in a way that makes my knees weak.

He doesn't say a word. Just walks over, picks up my backpack, and opens it.

"No," I whisper, realizing what he's about to do. "Please don't touch—"

He pulls out Diego's assignments and tears them apart. Right in front of me. Hours of work, shredded into confetti.

"NO!" I scream, lunging forward to try to save the papers. "You have no f*****g right!"

"I have every right to do whatever I want with you," he says calmly, watching me scramble to collect the pieces. "Since you're stubborn. And because you defied me, you need to be punished."

"I don't understand what you're saying!" I'm crying now, clutching the ruined papers to my chest. "You're f*****g insane you piece of Arrogant s**t!!"

That's when he does something that makes me shiver.

He reaches out and runs his fingers through my red hair. Slowly and Deliberately like he's savoring the texture.

"So soft," he murmurs, and there's something broken in his voice as he his thumb caressed my lip. "Just like I remembered."

"You're a f*****g pervert," I whisper, but I can't move away. His touch sends electricity through my entire body.

"Maybe," he agrees, his hand still tangled in my hair.

Then his other hand moves lower to my shoulder. My arm. And then...

"What are you doing?" I breathe as his fingers trail down to my thigh. I was wearing a short flair skirt and a high knee socks to prevent the cold.

"Teaching you a lesson," he says, but his voice is strained now.

I should scream and run. But when his hand settles on my thigh, something deep inside me responds. I felt something that's been sleeping my whole life suddenly stirs awake, my knees went weak and the cold grass is damp beneath me as I sink down, my legs unable to support me anymore. His touch is fire and ice at the same time, burning through the fabric of my shirt and underwear, everywhere.

"If you scream," he says quietly, bending low to meet me. "you'll bring attention to both of us. The boys are practicing over there. They're not far enough away."

I bite my lip, my heart hammering so hard I'm sure he can hear it. His hand moves higher on my thigh, and I can't breathe.

Then his fingers brush against the fabric of my pants, and I gasp. His gaze were on me as he pushes it aside and gives a soft rub. I could cry, no…I want to. Why does it feel so good? He gives soft thrust, right down there…jerking his hands back and forth against my core.

“Bastard! f*****g bastard!” I moan instead, arching myself upwards to meet more of his thrust and toture, all he does was stare at me as if he was doing nothing.

"Pure," he murmurs, biting his lips squeezing my cunt. "All mine but not ready and so f*****g Stupid."

His words sends shockwaves through my entire body. I've never been touched like this before. Never felt anything like this before, all exposed and yet, he's acting like he's right, like he has the right to touch me this way.

"Mine," he repeats, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that makes me feel like he can see straight into my soul.

Then he pulls his hand away and stands up, leaving me gasping on the cold ground.