Hockey Player Romance Books Novels & Stories

The cursor blinks in the search bar. Seventy thousand dollars. That's rent, care fees, everything, with enough left to build back some of what I've spent. I played hockey for seven years. I know the game the way you know something you loved before you chose something else. When I told Kai that medicine cost me something I loved, I wasn't lying. The head coach at Ellington is a woman called Harlow, I looked her up once for no reason I wanted to examine and she runs a serious program that wins.

Williams just took it. "You need to end the hockey game!" Mariam screamed, her voice cracking with pure rage. She stepped into his space, her chest heaving, pointing a manicured finger at his chest. "Stop playing hockey! It is affecting our marriage! You care more about that stupid puck and the Blackwood Alphas than your own pack. Than me!" Well, that was the excuse she gave for today's violence. Every day had its own reason. Yesterday, it was because he returned from the pack borders too late. The day before, it was because he hadn't tasted the dinner she ordered the cooks to make.

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

“What? No! Alex, don’t you dare say that. I didn’t tell you this so you’d throw away everything you’ve worked for your whole life!” “Hockey’s been my dream since I was five years old,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “But dreams change. I’ve known so many people, been with so many girls… even you, back then, when we were both broken and reckless and hiding from the truth. But the girl I met that night at the club—drunk, crying, throwing up on my shirt, begging me not to leave her alone… that girl wasn’t just someone I slept with. That was you. The real you. And that changed everything.”

He’s just focused on getting the best out of his client, Cicero, and is ready to go the extra mile to do that if he needs to. So, at that time, when the act took place, I found a way to convince him that if Cicero finds out, it will affect his career, knowing he doesn’t play with Cicero’s career. So, he agreed to keep my secret because, as we all know, Cicero is a ticking time bomb. Frank opens the door, and the faint scent of men's cologne, heat, and masculine odor permeates the air. The sight of half-naked hockey players hits me as he leads the way, walking ahead, while good-looking and well-chiseled hockey athletes stare and whistle as we pass them.

Just the soft hiss of snow against the window and the steady, hollow beat of my own heart. At the rink he was already on the ice when I arrived, but he never looked over. He ran his usual edge work at the far end, precise and remote, as if the girl he had claimed against the glass and then begged to own him no longer existed in the same building. During drills he corrected other players. He called for more speed, tighter gaps, better sticks. My name never left his mouth. When our paths crossed he adjusted his line by the smallest fraction so that the space between us remained exact and unbroken. I hated him for it.

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

Damien’s voice cut off abruptly. I turned around slowly. Damien stood in the doorway, his hockey gear bag slung over one shoulder, his jaw tight as his gaze shifted from his father to me. The shock in his dark eyes lasted for only a fraction of a second before hardening into pure, unadulterated fury. Damien dropped his athletic bag to the floor with a heavy thud. He marched into the room, closing the distance between us until he was towering over me, invading my personal space.

"That's against bro-code. Best friend code, too. Your sisters are off-limits. My teammates too. Do we have a deal?" I was enjoying the little flirt with the tall-as-hell hockey player, but there was no way anything would come out of it. There's no way I'm going to actually get involved with any of these guys, even if some of them are really hot. But I like knowing Bram will stay away from my gorgeous sisters. "We have a deal," I agree

“I don’t know. Different. Do you have a new boyfriend I don’t know about?” I froze mid-step. My mind immediately betrayed me, flashing back to that night—two days ago—Rhett’s teeth at my throat, his hand fisted in my hair, his cock buried so deep inside me I thought I’d lose myself. The way he’d whispered things only my Dom should whisper. The way his seed had spilled inside me and how, for one terrifying second afterward, I’d thought—what if? But I shoved it down, tightening my grip on my bag. Rhett Voss wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my Dom. My patient. The famous ice hockey player the whole damn city fawned over. A man fifteen years younger than me. Normal didn’t exist for us.