How To Break An Alpha On Ice: His Curved XL Mate

Ava’s POV

“Where is your form?” The scruffy looking man with exaggerated mouthstache said as he took another look at me.

Yes, I know I am fat, just fucking stop staring!

I yelled In my head but I was too desperate to let it out of my mouth.

“Here.” I said handling him the application form and where it had marked successful.

“A.J Lowell, is it?” He questioned suspiciously.

“Yes.”

“You dressed from home?” He said looking at my hockey gear.

“Yes, just figured I should be ready for the game.”

I wasn’t certain my voice sounded masculine enough but I put in my best as one of the articles from the internet suggested. His scrutinizing gaze pierced through my armour and almost made me give up right there, there was definitely no way I am pulling this off even despite trimming my hair and wearing a helmet.

“Well, can you really pull this off? I mean, you look….too meaty.”

“Henry, let the innocent boy be afterall, the team captain did the shortlisting himself and he is seldom wrong.” A female seated beside him said.

Team captain! Shortlisting! Isn’t that…my jerk mate?

“Alpha Killian is just desperate honey, boys like this would faint before the first match ends.”

I really hate this man right now! If only he knew what I went through to be here.

After escaping from my room, I risked it into the pack mansion wing where Avri’s family lives. Thankfully I was able to locate her mother’s room, I stole some of her possessions, money and a few of her sexy lingerie, unfortunately, her dresses wouldn’t fit.

If I wasn’t absconding, I would have lambasted the entirety of them for having such weak security around the pack house, I even tiptoed past two sleeping guards, none of them could smell me,

What was that damn werewolf enhanced smelling meant for?

Now back to my present predicament, ugly mouthstach Henry was still staring at me, still undecisive. He held the stamp high, to my relief, his “honey “ pressed his hand down to stamp my pass and I was allowed in.

Relief flooded my heart but I knew we weren’t done, getting into the team was the plan.

I walked into the pitch with an open heart. Ice spread across the area. I felt it penetrate through my skin. I was still there staring intently at the area, not that it was strange. I had played hockey all my life but today, I wasn’t petite like I used to be, I am in a chubby body that hadn’t exercised at all in years.

Coupled with menstruation cramps, Poor Avri.

“Where is your pass?” A cold deep voice questioned behind me.

I fidgeted for a split second as I stared at him in disbelief, he looked as intimidating as his voice sounded, tall with a lean frame, delicate fair skin like a porcelain jar.

Damn! Werewolves are cute!

I handed him my pass and he checked it out. Unlike Henry from earlier, he didn’t even look at my chubby figure.

“Do you have your skates?” He questioned again.

I nodded affirmatively while staring at his body. He was dressed in a black shirt but dude forgot to button it up, or probably that was intentional, I envy she-wolves right now.

“Give it over, I need to check it out, we cannot afford any accidents on the ice.”

I handed my skates over to him, I bought the very best the market could afford, even in my real world, I always go for the best skates gears.

“Great, these must be quite pricey. You can go ahead, the others are right over there, to your left, the captain will address you all.”

Captain! I felt cold shivers down my spine, finally, I was meeting up with my nemesis and he had no idea that his Karma was definitely close.

I walked down as Mr hottie instructed. I turned to my left, I saw them, some boys getting dressed right in the open. Opposite where they were, I saw him, majestically seated. Dressed in a floral shirt and shorts, if the guy from earlier could make any girl stare, Killian would definitely make the girls cry for just a look.

He was like a fucking demigod!

He had restyled his hair differently from when he rejected me. A part of it covered his face from the left highlighting the diamond shape features on the right giving him an edge. His slightly crooked nose and tiny lips brought out his curved jawline giving it total perfection.

Gorgeous mean jerk!

That was all I could think of as I approached him. I almost walked up to him when a hand stopped at my breast.

I almost screamed at the pervert before I remembered that I was supposed to be a boy.I had bound my chest properly enough to hide my perky breasts.

“Go join the others, the captain will address you soon.”

I took another look at the boy, this one wasn’t that cute but he had an athletic body and terrible attitude. I had marked his posture, I am definitely going to fuck him up on the ice.

After waiting for about an hour. Myself and four other boys who were supposed to be shortlisted were ushered to the waiting area. Alpha Killian was there with two other hockey players. Three boulders separated the distance between us. As we approached, he shouted from a distance.

“Mention your name as you climb the last step.”

Josh!

William!

Sean!

A.J!

Cole!

“A.J?” He echoed and stared at me with an unreadable expression.

“Yes captain, A.J Lowell.” I responded firmly.

He looked away and faced the other boys.

“Are you all ready?”

“Yes.” We echoed.

“I have no advice for you, neither am I handling any pep talk. You will skate against my experienced players and only one of you losers will be accepted, so give it your best shot.”

“Now Gale,” Killian said as he turned to one of his teammates, “take the losers to the ice.”

I scoffed inwardly,

Losers! Let’s see who the real loser was.

Alpha Killian would have to regret this moment, ten times over.

Author's note: Ava survived moustache man, period cramps, sexy werewolves, and Killian’s god‑forsaken beauty… all while pretending to be a BOY 😭💀. If she wins this match, someone better give her a scholarship.