Fake Loving The Hockey Alpha For Revenge

Lysa's POV

"Stop…we…we shouldn't be doing this. You're my best friend's boyfriend." She whispered in shaky breath as his tongue trailed down her cleavage.

"You know I can't stop." He grunted, his voice hoarse, "Your scent is driving my wolf crazy, and I just want to bury myself deep inside you."

"Please…" her voice trailed off as he trailed his fingers slowly along her inner thighs.

"I want to mark you." He groaned, his mouth opening and fangs elongating. "I want everyone to know you've been claimed—mine," he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "I want you to bear my mark."

Before he could stop him, he sank his teeth into her neck, just close to her collarbone...

"What are you doing?!"

"Yelppp!" I let out a throaty scream, my heart racing as I instantly shut the book I was reading.

I looked up to find my mother glaring at me. Heat instantly crept up my face from guilt, and I could feel it go red. I hadn't realized how engrossed I was in this book that I hadn't heard her come in or even noticed her standing beside me.

"M-mom," I stammered, my throat was dry, and my voice came out different from what I recognized it as.

"Another werewolf book?" My mom's face darkened.

"Mom, it's not—"

"Haven't I warned you several times not to read or watch anything relating to werewolves?!" My mom snapped, cutting me off immediately. "Hand it over. "

"What? Why?" My brow raised suspiciously as I drew the book closer to my chest.

"Hand those books over, Lysa, before I burn your hands alongside the book."

That got me angry as I instantly shot to my feet, creating distance between us. "I'm not letting you burn this one."

"Hand it over, Lysa, I won't repeat myself."

"It's fiction. Purely fiction. It's just for entertainment, Mom, jeez. Besides, everyone in school watches and reads stuff like this. I don't understand why you're so paranoid. This means absolutely nothing!" I said, storming out before she could get her hands on this book.

"Come back here, Lysa! You don't dare walk out on me while I'm still talking to you!" Her voice echoed in the background, but I was already out through the door. I picked up my handbag on my way out, securing the book inside.

God, I was tired of this woman's constant bickering. Why can't she just understand that they are only fictional creatures and don't exist!

I took out my phone, thinking of where to go, when a buzz sounded. I looked down to see a message notification from my best friend Stella.

My fingers moved and clicked on the message. My eyes widened, and my anger only seemed to flare up as I read the content of the message.

Without waiting a second longer, I flagged down a taxi and headed to the location she sent.

Upon arrival, I took a deep breath and walked into the party.

The music was loud, and the whole place was crowded— like everyone in the town decided to gather here.

I scanned the room looking for Stella. It didn't take long before I sighted her at a far, isolated corner.

My feet moved towards her, and immediately she saw me. She stood up, her legs shaky as she wrapped her hands around me, crying.

She reeked of alcohol, and instantly I knew she was drunk. "Sit down, Stella, and explain to me what you said in the text message you sent," I told her as I helped her gently to her seat.

She bit her lips hard, her shoulder shaking as the tears kept rolling down. The sight of her in such condition made my chest tighten.

"I…I found him at the party with…with another woman." Stella sobbed, and I couldn't help but pull her into my arms, comforting her. But that only made her sobbing increase.

"He… he had the guts to ask me to join them." She continued in a shaky voice.

"What?!" My eyes widened.

She nodded, "and when I refused, he became so rude to me, embarrassing me in front of the girl and his friends."

My heart broke for her, and at the same time, I felt so angry.

"I…I couldn't stand there and watch him humiliate me," her voice dropped, "so…so I asked for a breakup."

I patted her back softly as my anger rose. Who the hell was the bastard who had made my best friend a mess?

"I want him to regret it, Lysa. I want him to feel exactly what he made me feel." Stella bit her lips, her hands clenched.

Silence fell between us, and even Stella now sobbed silently. Just the shaking of her shoulders and the constant sniffing of her nose as she tried to keep the mess back.

"I think I have an idea on how we can get back at him," I said, and she raised her head in anticipation.

"I read a book where the plot is similar to what just happened to you. The female lead got close to the male lead and later betrayed him to make him experience revenge."

Stella blinked at me, still not understanding what I was trying to say. Clearly, the alcohol was making her brain foggy.

I took a deep breath, "Listen to me, Stella, I'm not here to tell you any story. I'm just saying I could get close to the scumbag who betrayed you, get him to fall in love with me, and then betray him at last so he could have a taste of what betrayal feels like." I explained calmly to her, watching her facial expression. If she doesn't buy the idea, I'll drop it immediately.

Stella's face lit up immediately as she nodded her head in agreement. "You're so brilliant, Lysa, that's a good plan. I want to see that scumbag fall."

I heaved a sigh of relief. At least she didn't think I was trying to snatch her boyfriend.

"So…" I said, looking at her. "Where's he?"

She lifted a finger and pointed to a closed door not far from where we were seated. My blood boiled with the thought of him in there with another woman while my friend broke down from heartbreak.

My attention shifted back to Stella. "You said he wasn't alone. So how do I recognize him when I see him?"

She brought out her phone, her hands shaking, and she blinked, trying to clear the fogginess from her eyes as she scrolled through different pictures, until she finally stopped at one and poked her fingers.

"Here…this jerk, Jensen…"

"Jason?" I stared into the phone, and there were two guys in the picture, both ridiculously handsome, wearing matching black hockey jerseys, arms slung around each other. They both had strikingly similar facial features in the dim lighting of the room.

"Hockey team's…pretentious little—urgh!" she shrieked, still poking his face.

I leaned closer, memorizing the face—handsome with a hint of rebelliousness.

I stood up, trying to go to the room Stella pointed to when the door flung open, and a guy walked out, staggering as he tried to adjust his clothes. "Jason, bro, all yours! I'm leaving this place for you!" He called out with a smile plastered on his face as he stared into the room, then he stumbled out.

I instinctively glanced into the room. My eyes widened as I saw a guy passionately locking lips with a woman.

What the hell?

That was exactly the same guy Stella had pointed out.

My fist tightened beside me.

So that's the scumbag.