Holiday Hockey Tale: The Icebreaker's Impasse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Madison The crowds in Montreal are going wild with their team up by three points, Alex and his guys are working their assess of trying to catch up, he’s already been barrier railed twice, luckily the ref skated over to break up what looked like an incident about to get quickly out of hand. My heart was in my mouth, nobody wants to see anyone getting hurt least of all me witnessing Alex getting a broken jaw or anything else whilst out on the ice. Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice.

Brad’s team swarmed him, yelling like they’d won the Super Bowl. “Wait—are the Skyblazers losing?” I blinked up at the scoreboard. Five minutes left. But then, the Referee added ten minutes more. “And here comes the winner! Icebreakers United wins the championship!” I didn’t even feel my legs anymore. I was still trying to figure out how to find Rowan, maybe hug him or maybe just try to cheer him for the loss. But then I felt a shove and just immediately, I hit the ground hard. Before I knew it, I noticed that I had smacked my skin a little. The sting of the fall hit seconds after.

It was a restricted alert from the NHL Commissioner’s office. I clicked it open, and the text message made the blood completely drain from my face. > EMERGENCY ALERT: Frost Bank Arena lock-up initiated. An unidentified saboteur has contaminated the arena's primary coolant system. The ice is melting. Game One is officially canceled unless the temperature stabilizes in sixty minutes. > I looked up at Rick, my heart dropping into my stomach. Arthur Sterling hadn't just used the legal system—he had sent someone to physically destroy the ice.

And in the world of the Stormbreakers, if a man didn't dress for the hunt, he ended up as the meal. For five years, Lyon had been the city’s most feared investigative journalist. In a city like San Diego, there was only one predator worth tracking: The Stormbreakers. They weren't just the most aggressive hockey team in the league; they were a pack. Rumors of their lunar-driven tempers and supernatural strength were the worst-kept secrets in the Pacific Ice Arena. The city lived for the chaos of its six Alpha stars, and Lyon had made a career out of exposing every jagged edge of their lives.

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

Then he went down. The sound of his body hitting the ice cut through the rink like a crack of thunder and silence followed. Noah didn’t stop, he didn’t even look back, he just pushed forward, breaking free into open ice, the goal ahead of him wide and unguarded. The goalie shifted, scrambling to adjust, but it was already too late. He drew back and took the shot The puck flew clean and fast, slicing through the air before slamming into the back of the net with a satisfying snap and for a second, no one moved. Then it came all at once.

His hand slid into my pants, rough fingers wrapping around my already hardened cock, thumb caressing the tip, sending jolts of electricity through me. "Urrgh." My head fell back, the lights above becoming blurry, my mind hazy. "You... you said no treat." His face appeared before mine, pupils dancing. "Hey, look, I lied. Again." I groaned. This fucking guy. --- **Minutes later**, I swung the stick, slamming the puck into the post and glared at him. But he only chuckled to himself, still pressed to the sidelines. Big annoyance for someone who couldn’t even keep his voice in. Why couldn’t I just shake him off? I could, but every fucking time I thawed like ice.

I just kept moving, trying to outrun the hurt. My feet took me to the hockey arena without thinking. The building looked empty and silent in the late evening. No crowds, no lights on full blast. I found a side door that was somehow unlocked. Maybe the team left it open after practice. I slipped inside. The place felt huge and hollow. My footsteps echoed as I walked out onto the ice. The cold seeped through my shoes right away, but I didn’t care. I sat down right in the middle of the rink. The ice bit through my pants. Tears fell freely now. I hugged my knees, letting it all out. Quiet sobs that echoed a little. Why did I let myself fall for him? The fake relationship turned real for me, but

The media leak that would inevitably break by evening— The first real test on the ice against whatever team came next— They’d face it. Bonded. Together. Unbreakable. 🏒🔥

"God, that's bad." "Every year." "Every year," I agreed. We sat with the badness of the hot chocolate for a moment, the way you sit with an old joke not because it's funny anymore, but because it's yours. "Good summer?" she asked. "Okay summer. Grandpa taught me to fish. I was bad at it. How were the camps?" "Good." Then something crossed her face quick, like a cloud shadow. "Really good, actually." "Yeah?" "Yeah." She looked down at her cup. "I worked with this goalie coach from Manitoba. She played eleven years in the CWHL. She was..." Nora paused. "She was really something."