Jj Mccarthy Hockey Novels & Stories

He clenched his fists and swept his eyes over the room where Waverly was staying in even more angrily. "Mr. Mccarthy, why didn't you tell Miss Martell that you dumped her in the midst of a pack of wolves to save her life? If you wanted to kill her, why did you still put her in a cage?" Joshua said, feeling aggrieved on Joseph's behalf. A hint of coldness flashed across Joseph's eyes, "You are not allowed to talk about Waverly and my private affairs." "I'm only doing this because I feel bad for you, Mr. Mccarthy," Joshua's eyes turned red as he lowered his head.

I rolled my eyes, before reaching down into my duffel bag for my insulated water bottle. "They needed a wake-up call," I muttered, unscrewing the cap. "They play like an angry mob." That’s when he pushed off the wooden doorframe, stepping further into the small room. The space instantly felt entirely too tiny for his massive frame. He seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the air just by existing in the same square footage. "Just a heads up," Jeremiah said, his tone dropping into a more serious register. "Miller hates backhand drills. He's gonna complain about it all week. And Jax refuses to play left wing on the power play. You might want to adjust your sheets."

My entire body stilled. The Khaelon Dravik. Star hockey player. Heir to the Dravik fortune. Captain of the undefeated Hockey Team. The face on every student poster, the name on every varsity jersey. The one everyone talked about like he was myth wrapped in flesh. Unreachable and my ultimate crush. My first love even if he never knew it. I used to watch his games through a cracked laptop screen, memorizing the sharp angles of his jaw under his helmet, the vicious grace of how he skated across the rink like a storm no one could stop. He didn’t just play, he dominated. And now, here he was.

“That is fair.” Principal Reed stood nearby, laughing as Kael nearly crashed into the boards. I looked around. The university. The people. The ice. The laughter. Five months ago, I had been fighting for my life. Now I was sitting in the stands watching my mate play hockey with his friends on the same day we graduated. It just felt… surreal. Johanis suddenly looked up at me. His golden eyes met mine through the distance. The bond pulsed as if saying ‘watch this’.

Finally, I shoot him a look. “Why would I be scared?” I retort. Zack smirks. “Because you don’t know anything about hockey. Lucky for our company, I do.” He turns to Daniel confidently. “Don’t worry, sir. I can take care of this.” I rub my forehead and sigh. If only he knew the half of it. It’s true that I’m not a big hockey fan and Zack is — it always seemed like more of a werewolf thing to me. Werewolves, Alphas especially, have a tendency to be stronger than ordinary humans and excel in sports. Some humans liked to watch it, sure, but I never really had.

"Well, he is quite famous, and his name might ring a bell. His name is Jace Harrington, the hockey star." "What!" My heart and my jaw dropped simultaneously. The phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers.

Marty air quoted. "That's rough." Jared replied. "Dude! You’re not into my sister are you!?” Marty asked. “What? No!” Jared blushed. “Okay.” Marty responded. Sophomore year for MJ and Jessi. Maddi, Jared, Marty, and Dalton are all juniors. 1st day of school is here again. “So, MJ, are you doing the same sports?” Jared asked. “Yep.” She replied. The week of tryouts finally started. So far, the year had started off better than last year. MJ hasn’t even had a run in with Danielle. Shocking right?

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

The thought of grabbing palm-fulls of Scarlett’s soft ass sends a heated spurt straight to my already stirring cock. I need to make that fantasy a reality or die trying. “What’s going on, Cap?” Matt asks as he skates to a stop right in front of me. “You seem a little distracted.” Matt Hammond is a good friend of mine and one of the best defensemen the NHL has ever been privileged to witness. I give him a reassuring nod. “It’s nothing.” “Is it about the debt?” Ryan, our left wingman, wraps an arm around my shoulders, slamming me against his big body and ruffling my hair.