Wooed Back By The Hockey Star Novels & Stories

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.

If I had to guess, I’d say he was around my age too. “What do you want?” I asked, shifting my footing, ready. Forrest pressed forward, eager to take out the pent up frustration on some unfortunate fool. The guy tilted his head. “Come on. Can’t a fan say hi. You were amazing back at the rink just now.” My blood chilled at the revelation that he’d been watching me that long. He sighed dramatically. “It’s a shame, really. The pack’s hockey darling.. slipping like this.” He stepped closer, casual. “And for what? Chasing tales and fantasies?”

The Thunderhawks, Julian Drake’s team, were already skating, their dark jerseys a sickening reminder of the Mirkwood Pack’s creeping influence. This wasn’t a hockey game. This was the final, brutal piece of theater before the kill. Julian thought he was watching his prized pawn—the hockey star—play a meaningless game while the blackmail clock ticked down. He didn't know the player on the ice was the weapon, sharpened by Damian’s control and fueled by ten years of redirected vengeance.

Hours later, we lay tangled in the silk sheets, sweaty and satisfied. Damon traced a finger lazily along my spine, his usual cocky mask softening for a moment. “I don’t say this often,” he murmured, voice low. “But that was incredible. After this next stretch of games, I’m going to contact you. I want more of you. I’m already addicted.” “We’ll see, hockey star.” I smiled, tracing one of the tattoos on his chest. I slipped out before dawn, heart racing, leaving him asleep. One unforgettable night.

"This is becoming a habit. First you break into my suite in disguise, and now you're breaking into my shower." I stared at him in disbelief. He stood there, dripping wet, completely bare, acting like this was a casual Tuesday afternoon meeting. "Will you please put some clothes on? Do you realise you're literally naked in front of me?!" "Does it bother you so much, Miss Thorne?" *** The arrow flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I crashed against a hard chest as the arrow struck the marble pillar behind us. Duke Blackthorn. Zane. "Why did you save me? I thought we were enemies." "We are." "Then why?" His grip

"And your homie always got your back. I'm the brain in this organization, and you need me. Like it or not, you always need a game plan when it comes to love. It doesn't matter who you are." My lips twitch. "You really hang out with those hockey players way too much. You sound like them." "I know!" Winnie growls at herself in annoyance. Her cheeks blow up, and her eyebrows turn into angry stretches. It makes me laugh. "I can't help but pick up their stupid language!" I beam at her but turn my attention to the rink when I see Nathan sliding over the ice with the puck. Within seconds, I'm spellbound and unable to peel my eyes off his broad frame.

She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes and stuck her lower lip out. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.”

My blood ran cold. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." His eyes dropped to my chest—still fully covered by my oversized sweater—and dragged back up with a look that made my skin crawl. "If you lose, I get to do everything I've been fantasizing about since college. And trust me, Olive, I've been very creative." Bile rose in my throat. "You're disgusting." "And you've got three days." He stood, shoving his chair back with a screech. "Three days to seduce the most untouchable man in professional hockey, or you're mine. Clock starts now."

Rolling my eyes, I turn to look at the car. He lowers the window and a smirk pulls up at the corner of his lips, “ The car won't start?Need some help?” He jokes and I throw him a hard glare. “Nothing personal. I just wanted to wish your boyfriend good luck in today's hockey opening game.” He says with a shrug and I raise an eyebrow at him because I don't believe him. He's on a rival team with my boyfriends. “Perhaps…you can remind him that HAWKS have a sharp vision and they usually keep a close eye on their prey. And they can be fierce too.”

“You’re on your way to being a star, Alvin. Just like I was in those days. Don't let anything distract you.” He headed off, leaving me standing there. A star. I hated the word so much now. It felt like that was all I could ever amount to in their eyes. I looked at the school building and felt nothing but a cold, hollow pressure. I used to love hockey but after the amount of pressure placed on me, that joy was dead. I started walking, my head down, and I wasn't paying attention until I slammed hard into someone’s shoulder. “Watch it,” I snapped, my temper already on a short fuse.