Novel & Cerita Best M/m Hockey Romances

“Oh. Yeah. Sounds… great.” I hate hockey. The cloying suffocating smell of sweat. The constant grinding noise. The pandemonium of shouting, horns, and whistles. Then there’s the violence of it. The way the players slam each other against the glass. It's a dumb sport. A spectacle of violence and aggression. And tonight, I’m going to be a spectator. I keep my disappointment to myself. Tony doesn’t need to know how much I hate this. He doesn’t need to know that I had imagined a different night, a different kind of closeness. He just needs me to be here. So I’ll be here.

“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

"Try me." Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed that exact spot. It started soft, then he sucked lightly, his tongue brushing my skin. A small moan slipped out of me. It felt way too good. He pulled back after a few seconds, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "There. A nice little mark. Looks good on you." I touched the spot, feeling the warmth. "You're trouble, Asher." "The best kind," he said, voice lower now. His eyes had darkened, staring at my lips like he wanted to devour me. The vibe between us shifted. Our casual hockey conversation got intense really quick. Asher's hand moved to my waist, drawing me in.

“Well, he looks like he swallowed a broomstick.” She snorted. Before she could answer, a passing senior leaned toward us, lowering her voice as though she was sharing a classified information. “That’s Noah Romanov.” My expression immediately changed. “Romanov?” She nodded eagerly. “His older brother is Alexei Romanov. The hockey star.” Oh. That explained the sudden attention. Alexei Romanov. Even people who didn’t care about hockey knew that name. He was also worshipped at this school just like my brother.

Jaxon's POV Maya's words echoed in my head for three days straight. *"I choose both of you. But if you can't accept sharing my love, then I choose neither."* I'd barely slept, barely eaten. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her kissing Ronan, then turning to kiss me with just as much passion. The memory made my wolf pace restlessly under my skin, torn between jealousy and desire. "You look like hell," my teammate Marcus said as we walked across campus after hockey practice. "Still thinking about that girl?"

“I Piper Moore, accept ArchieQuinn asmy, second chance mate.” The pack murmured, a ripple of cheers and approval spreading. Archie’s chest lifted, a mix of relief and joy flooding him. He reached for her hand, and they clasped fingers firmly, visibly bound in choice and devotion. Piper smiled, teasing lightly even in the weight of the moment. “And don’t think this means you can ignore my chocolate demands,” she said. Archie chuckled, tugging her closer. “Not a chance,” he said. Time passed like this, quiet, deliberate, and full of purpose. The ice rinks would roar again, games would come and go, but for now, they had reclaimed something irreplaceable: each other.

My phone buzzed again—this time a call. Aunt Kate. I answered immediately. “Hello, Aunt Kateee!” “How’s my favorite niece doing?” “I’m great. I actually met my second mate.” “What?” she yelled. “When did this happen?” “Like… three days ago.” “That’s amazing! Who is he?” “Um. Hades Deolle. School hockey player. Total playboy,” I sighed. “What did he say when he saw you?” “Nothing. He was at the rink about to play, and I left. I don’t want anything to do with a playboy.” I scoffed. “I’m sure he’s fucking someone right now.”

She mumbled to herself. “Do the guys have issues every season?” I asked nonchalantly, “Oh yes. Liam most times gets into scandals with women that he's dating, and he's surprisingly quiet this season. And then some of the guys too. But never Mason.” She said in a tone that made me know that she was down talking as she stared into her system. Scandals with women. I never knew about that. Probably because I distanced myself from hockey when I went to university at first. Not wanting to see what dad was doing. So, I might not exactly have seen the news.

"He shouldn't have put his mouth on yours. Listen carefully, I hate Brian. I hate this hockey team. And I especially dislike Jayden." My eyebrows lift. "Why?" "Because I don't trust hockey players." "Seems like you've made up your mind about them." "Your boyfriend is a hockey player." "Ex-boyfriend." "Exactly." I can't argue with that logic. Unfortunately. "Look," she says more softly. "Maybe he's a decent guy. He just shouldn't hurt you. And... I gotta go. I love you so much. Text me okay?" I nod. "I love you."

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