All Chapters of Pucking Forbidden Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The Game

Rook’s POVThe locker room is humming with the usual pre-game energy, the guys are stretching, taping their sticks and adjusting their gear. They are all going through the motions like this just any other game. It's not. At least for me it isn't. Sitting on the bench, I lace up my skates with slow deliberate movements, letting the anticipation settle deep into my chest. This game isn't important in our standings, and such, it's just a charity game. it's meant to be a time when we put on a good show, winning and losing means nothing. I don't care about the show, the only thing that matters to me right now, is that Kade Mercer is on the other side of the ice. For the first time in years, I don't know what version of him I'm going to get on the ice. Yesterday I felt it, the shift in him, something told me he wasn't himself. Mercer is always cocky, reckless and for some reason, he's always pushing forward like he doesn't give a fuck about anything but winning. Yesterday though? He was s

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Fighting Him

Rook POVKade is playing like a man possessed. He’s not setting up plays, not following his usual style of controlled chaos. No, this is something else entirely. Every shift, he’s gunning straight for me, reckless in a way I’ve never seen before. There’s no reason for it, no build-up, no words exchanged that should’ve pushed him over the edge. But every time we’re near each other, he goes for me.And I fucking love it.Every hit, every shove, every time his body collides with mine, I can feel it under my skin, feeding something dark and hungry inside me. I’ve spent years pushing him, pulling him into my orbit, forcing him to acknowledge me. But this? This is different. He’s not just reacting, he’s initiating.I catch his eye after another brutal check, my back slamming into the boards. The crowd reacts, the play keeps moving, but all I care about is the look in his eyes. His chest is rising and falling fast, his gloved hands clenched tight, jaw locked like he’s fighting himself. But h

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Trying To Forget

Kade’s POVMy knuckles throb, the sting of raw skin pulsing with every beat of my heart. Blood is smeared across my fingers as I flex them, testing how bad the damage is. The refs tossed me into the penalty box like a rabid dog, shoving me down onto the bench while the game moved on without me. I should be cooling off, getting my breathing under control, letting the adrenaline settle. But I can’t. Not when he’s still out there.Rook fucking Volkov.He’s on the other side of the ice, looking as smug as ever, his lips split from my punch, his grin only widening when he catches me watching him. I should have known he’d enjoy this. The bastard always does. He doesn’t care about the game, doesn’t care about the fight itself—he just cares that I lost control first. That I was the one who snapped, the one who gave him exactly what he wanted.I drag a hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck as I try to shake the feeling of him off me. I can still feel the press of his body against

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Giving In

Kade POVThe bar is packed when we get there, the energy buzzing, drinks flowing easily. It’s one of the places hockey guys always hit after games, filled with a mix of fans, reporters, and the usual crowd looking to get close to anyone with a shot at the big leagues. I let the guys pull me toward the bar, already ordering rounds, the familiar rhythm of celebration settling over us.I grab a drink, lean against the counter, and try to let the noise drown out everything else, but then I feel it. A stare, someone is staring at me. I don’t have to turn to know who it is. My grip tightens around my glass, my jaw clenching as I finally glance over my shoulder.Rook.He’s across the bar, sitting in a booth with a few of his teammates, but his eyes are locked onto me, unwavering, unreadable. He hasn’t looked away once, like he’s been waiting for me to notice. There’s no smirk this time, no cocky grin, no teasing insult waiting to be thrown across the room. Just him, watching me.And the wors

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My Fathers Part

Rook POVI’ve not been able to get the other night out of my head. My body pressed against Kade’s, the way his tongue pushed into my mouth like he was begging for fucking more.Practice has been fucking hard, mainly because I’m constantly hard. Every time one of the guys barrels into me, my mind goes straight to Kade. I see flashes of that night, his body arching, the way his breath hitched when I pushed him just far enough but not all the way. I could’ve had him. I know it. He knows it. And that’s exactly why I didn’t take him.I don’t just want him. I want him ruined for anyone else. I want him addicted to the way I play with him, stalking him, tormenting him, owning him. I want him to crave me like oxygen, to shudder at the thought of me not being there. So I walked away, and ;eft him standing there, breathless, confused and desperate.That’s how he makes me feel every fucking day.Today’s game is another chance to get inside his head, to tighten the grip. Like a snake, coiling aro

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Making Him Aware

Rook POVWhen I reach his locker room, he’s alone, shirtless, pacing. His muscles flex as he mutters curses under his breath, hands raking through his hair. His whole body screams frustration, but it’s the anger in his eyes that holds me still for a second.I glance down the hall and catch sight of my father walking away. Yeah. He’s been here. He’s made sure Mercer knows exactly what’s expected of him.The moment my father’s footsteps fade, Kade stops, lifting his head. His eyes lock onto mine, and the fire burning there makes my blood fucking race.“Here to fucking gloat?” he sneers, his voice is thick with venom.I step inside, slow and steady, watching as he yanks on his gear. His movements are sharp, and rigid, like it’s taking everything in him not to slam his fist into something.“Don’t go getting dressed for me,” I say, smirking. “I’d much rather you were naked.”His glare sharpens, but I don’t stop. I close the space between us, enjoying the way his jaw clenches, the way his b

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Running

Kade POVI feel like I’m going to be sick. Every second on that ice, every forced mistake, every moment I hold back when I should be driving forward, it eats at me like fire in my veins. The weight of it presses down on me, making my entire body burn with frustration. I want to fight back, to do something, to show them that I’m not just some pawn they can move around at will, but what can I do? There’s no escape from this, no way to break free without tearing my entire life apart in the process.Walking away from hockey isn’t an option, so when the final buzzer goes, I don’t wait for anyone, don’t stop to acknowledge the loss or pretend I care. There’s nothing to celebrate. I rip my helmet off before I even step off the ice, storming down the tunnel and straight into the locker room. My jersey is off in seconds, thrown to the bench like it’s the problem, like it’s the reason I feel like my own skin is suffocating me.“What the fuck was that, Mercer?” Coach is on me instantly, his voic

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Going Home

Kade POVThe drive to my hometown is nothing short of hell. Every mile that passes should bring relief, should make it feel like I’m gaining distance, like I’m putting space between myself and the people trying to own me, but it doesn’t. The weight in my chest doesn’t lift. The knot in my stomach doesn’t loosen.But it doesn’t matter. For now, I have a few days of freedom, a few days where I can breathe. I’ll see my mother, spend time with my two little sisters, remind myself that there are still pieces of my life that belong to me.That’s all I need right now. The drive feels like it’s stretching longer than it should, each mile dragging, like my body knows I shouldn’t be doing this. My grip tightens on the wheel as I finally turn onto the gravel road leading to the trailer park, the familiar sight hitting me like a punch to the gut.Nothing’s changed here, the trailers are lined up in uneven rows, some looking better than others, but most bearing the wear and tear of too many years,

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Telling Her

Kade POVSitting here with my mother, I can tell she sees right through me. She hasn’t asked yet, hasn’t forced the conversation, but I know it’s coming. She always knows when something isn’t right, and this time, I won’t be able to lie my way out of it. Eventually, I’ll have to be honest with her because the last thing I want is to leave and have her stuck here, worrying about me with no real answers.The original plan had been simple. Next time I visited, I wanted to bring her and my sisters back with me for a while, let them see where I live, take them somewhere nice, somewhere safe. But now, with the way things have spiraled out of control, with how deep I’m tangled in things I should have never been involved in, that’s no longer an option. My life is too messy, too dangerous, and I won’t risk dragging them into it.The front door swings open suddenly, cutting through the heavy silence, and a high-pitched squeal follows as Louise and Amelia burst into the trailer, their excitement

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The Past

Kade POVI let out a slow breath, staring into the coffee like it might have answers. “I’m fucking stuck. I tried refusing, tried fighting back, but he threatened me. Every time I try to pull away, he pushes harder. According to him, I belong to him. He talks like I’m just an object, something he owns, something he gets to control, and I can’t find a way out of it.”Her eyes darken, worry bleeding through every part of her expression. “What does he want from you?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.“He’s using me,” I say, swallowing down the anger that rises in my throat just from admitting it out loud. “I have to throw games when he tells me to. Miss shots. Make sure the other team wins. He’s placing bets, rigging outcomes, and I’m the insurance that he walks away with the winnings.”The air in the trailer shifts, thick with tension, with fear, with the kind of understanding that comes from knowing exactly who we’re dealing with. My mother doesn’t speak right away, and when she

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