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"You're mine, Vane. On the ice, off the ice, and especially behind closed doors. No one else touches you." "And if they do, Captain?" Jaxson's hand slammed against the locker room wall, caging me in. His eyes were dark, feral, and burning with something that had nothing to do with hockey. "Then I'll destroy them. And then I'll remind you exactly who you belong to." He was the ruthless team captain. I was the rookie who got under his skin. It was supposed to be just stress relief. A dirty secret hidden behind locked doors and bruised lips. But when his rules turned into obsession, and his jealousy turned dangerous, I realized the most terrifying thing wasn't getting caught… It was that I wanted him to claim me in front of everyone. **🔥 Enemies to Lovers | Possessive Captain x Bratty Rookie | Secret Relationship | College Hockey | M/M 🔥**
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Pucking the Captain Chapter 52
The heavy metal doors of the transport van slammed shut with a deafening, final clang, plunging us into absolute, suffocating darkness. The engine roared to life beneath us, vibrating through the ribbed steel floor and rattling my teeth, while the sharp, cloying stench of diesel fuel and stale copper filled my nose. They had thrown us into the back like cargo, my shoulder slamming hard against the wheel well, and the thick, industrial zip-ties biting into my wrists were sending blinding, white-hot spikes of agony straight up my broken arm. I gasped, curling onto my side in the freezing dark, my chest heaving as the sheer, catastrophic weight of the last ten minutes finally crashed down on me. Jaxson had paid Silas. The man who had nearly beaten me into a coma, the man who had shattered my wrist and started this entire bloody nightmare, had been hired by my own boyfriend. "Jules," Jaxson’s voice was a ragged, desperate rasp in the pitch black, and I felt the heavy, shifting weight
Last Updated : 2026-07-18Pucking the Captain Chapter 51
The freezing mud soaking through my jeans felt like ice, but it was absolutely nothing compared to the hollow, suffocating void that had just ripped open in the center of my chest. I stood there in the dark, the heavy, rhythmic dripping of rainwater from the rusted cars above us echoing like a ticking clock, and I just stared at Jaxson’s broad, rigid back. My bad wrist, encased in its heavy fiberglass cast, was throbbing with a sickening, fiery agony that pulsed in perfect time with my racing heart. Every time I moved my fingers, I felt the ghost of Silas Thorne’s stick snapping against my bones, and now, the man I loved—the man who had just bled for me, killed for me, and sworn to burn the world down for me—was standing in silence while his father accused him of orchestrating it."Jax," I whispered, my voice trembling so violently it barely carried over the wind. I took a slow, agonizing step forward, my boots squelching in the oily puddles. "Jax, look at me. Tell me it’s a lie. T
Last Updated : 2026-07-18Pucking the Captain Chapter 50
The barrel of the tactical shotgun was a dark, unblinking eye staring right through my chest, but it was the face of the man holding it that made the blood freeze in my veins. David Mercer looked like a ghost of the man standing in front of me, an older, rougher, infinitely more cruel version of Jaxson. He had the same sharp jawline, the same heavy stubble, and the exact same icy blue eyes, but where Jaxson’s gaze was a fierce, protective fire, his father’s eyes were dead, hollow, and completely devoid of humanity. The heavy, suffocating silence of the towing yard was broken only by the steady, rhythmic dripping of rainwater from the rusted chassis of the stacked cars above us, and the sheer, terrifying reality that the man who had abandoned my boyfriend was now trying to kill him."You always were too slow on the draw, Jaxson," David said, his gravelly voice dripping with a sadistic, mocking amusement that made my stomach violently heave. He didn't even look at me or Allie, who was
Last Updated : 2026-07-18Pucking the Captain Chapter 49
The harsh, bluish glow of the decrypted ledger felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, sucking all the oxygen out of the cramped, leather-scented backseat of the stolen SUV. *David Mercer.* The name was typed in crisp, unforgiving black font right next to a seven-figure payout column, and the sheer, catastrophic reality of it made my blood run completely, utterly cold. I stared at the screen, my brain struggling to connect the dots, but the heavy, suffocating silence radiating from the man holding me told me everything I needed to know. Jaxson was completely rigid. The feral, possessive heat that had just been radiating off his massive frame, the heavy, aching arousal that had been pressing insistently against my core just seconds ago, had completely vanished, replaced by a terrifying, hollow stillness that made my heart ache. He wasn't looking at me; his blown-wide blue eyes were locked onto the glowing screen, staring at the name of the man who had walked out on h
Last Updated : 2026-07-17
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