Novel & Cerita Lgbt Hockey Romance

How dare he. “Hades… are you ready to go clubbing…?” Alex asked. I shot him a death glare. “Ooh, someone’s pissed,” he taunted. “Shut it, Alexander,” Coach snapped before striding toward me. “What’s wrong? You didn’t see her?” I nodded. Coach Dave is like a father to me. So of course I tell him everything. “She left with my cousin and her friend.” “Does she know?” “Yes. Our eyes locked at the rink,” I said softly, my jaw tightening. “Hayden said she was rejected by Jason Almond around six months ago.”

Winter deepened around the lakeside cabin, turning the forest into a quiet white world. Snow coated the trees and the frozen lake shimmered under pale sunlight. For Alex and Jake, the offseason had become something far different from rest. Ever since the discovery that Alex was a rare omega hybrid, their quiet life had been surrounded by tension. The first real sign of trouble came when a man named Leo appeared at their cabin door. He wore a neat coat and carried a small recorder. “Leo Carter,” he said smoothly, flashing a badge. “Vamp Hockey Monthly. I’m doing a feature on the Stanley Cup champions.”

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

Going with someone I barely knew seemed especially foolish. Then I remembered Luke standing outside the coffee shop in his dark cap and sunglasses. He had said he preferred staying out of the spotlight too. Maybe he understood. ME: Are you finally admitting you play hockey? LUKE: I admit nothing. I smiled. ME: Then why invite me to a hockey game? His answer appeared a moment later. LUKE: Because I think I could make it less complicated. I read the words twice. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Then I typed:

One second he was across the rink, the next he was kneeling beside the injured player, checking his leg with careful hands. My camera stayed frozen in my grip. How did he move that quick? Before I could think too much about it, the doors at the far end of the arena opened. A new group of players walked in, wearing Ridgeview colors. The energy in the building shifted instantly. Everyone went a little tense. Leading them was a guy who looked like trouble wrapped in charm. Tall, dark hair, sharp jaw, and a smile that probably got him whatever he wanted. Damien Holt. I’d seen his name online while researching the rivalry. He scanned the ice like he owned it, then his eyes landed on me.

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.

Liam waved his small wooden stick high above his head, pointing straight down at the ice where his fathers battled as sworn rivals. Dominic skated by our bench, tapping the back of my leg with his stick, a rival captain acknowledging a rival captain, and an Alpha husband honoring his Omega mate. I gripped the board gate and settled onto the bench, my pulse thrumming as the cold air filled my lungs with absolute clarity. Husband versus husband, captain versus captain. Eight years of running and shadows were gone. The rivalry was fierce, the ice was clean, and the game belonged to us.

He fought me for control, bit my bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, raked his nails down my back, and left me somewhere between worship and exorcism. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, unfiltered, and honest—the kind of sex you write a confessional about, except I’m not Catholic and my confessions are between me and my right hand. He made me forget to be captain. He made me forget Tyson. For a few minutes, I got to be a guy who wanted a guy, not some high school stereotype playing varsity hero. By the time I make it to the rink, I’ve mainlined three cups of shitty dorm coffee and popped enough ibuprofen to risk liver failure. The locker room is a humid mess of equipment, Axe

Wait. He knew about that? My mind instantly started spiraling. How did the news of me and Sebastian dating get to him? I suddenly couldn’t think straight. The Luna stepped in gently before the silence became worse. “They play hockey together,” she said smoothly.. She was trying to ease the tension. Rex nodded immediately. “Yes.” I quickly added before he could say something reckless. “We also have projects together in HWS.” The Alpha stared at me again. “Projects?” I nodded quickly.

"Six months. You move into Jaxson’s penthouse to make it look authentic to the paparazzi. In exchange, the Warriors franchise will fully fund Liam's Olympic training, including elite coaching and private ice time." "Are you insane?" Jaxson roared, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up, his massive hockey pads rattling. "We just told you, we’re both straight! I don't date guys. He doesn't date guys. How the hell are we supposed to sell a fake gay romance to the entire country?"