All Chapters of Pucking Forbidden Claim: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Rook POVI lean back, pulling him with me until we’re both lying down, my arm wrapped around him, his head resting against my chest.“She doesn’t deserve you,” I whisper.“I know,” he murmurs.“But you still won’t let her die alone. You love her, she's your mom, that doesn't change.”He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. I already know.The sound of muffled giggling pulls me from sleep, followed by the unmistakable rustling of movement on the bed. I blink my eyes open, groggy and disoriented, only to find two pairs of eyes staring right at me, one mischievous, the other excited.Harlow is sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, balancing a plate on her lap, while Kade leans back against the pillows with a tray in front of him, looking way too pleased with himself for this early in the morning.I glance between them, rubbing a hand over my face. “W

Kade POVRook walks beside me, his hands are shoved in his pockets, and he has that smug little smirk still on his face. “You really thought they wouldn’t bring up our marriage?” he teases.I huff. “I don’t know why they care so much. It’s not like you’re some fucking trophy wife.”He gasps dramatically. “Excuse you, I am a fucking prize.”I roll my eyes, but I don’t fight the grin tugging at my lips.As we reach the doors leading to the ice rink, I hear the sound of skates carving into the ice. Laughter echoes, followed by Rose’s voice giving encouragement. I step inside, and my eyes immediately find Harlow.She’s on the ice, her tiny form skating with ease, stick in hand, guiding the puck forward.I stop walking.Rook keeps going, not noticing until he glances back at me. “What?”I gesture toward the rink. “She’s... ac

Kade POVMy body aches, exhaustion creeping in with every shift. Rook wasn’t wrong, I’m not as good as I used to be. And somehow, he’s gotten better. No matter how much I push, how hard I skate, he’s always a step ahead, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment to turn the tables on me.Now I get how he fucking felt all those years.I glance across the ice at him. He’s muttering something under his breath, probably chirping me from the penalty box. I can’t hear him over the crowd, but I know it’s about me slacking off. Maybe because I winked at him, knowing it would throw him off just enough to make him lose his focus.Except he didn’t lose it.We’re not winning this.I was so sure I could beat Rook like I always did, so sure I could just show up and still take him down. I didn’t even try to train these past few days. That was my mistake.The whistl

Rook POVI get myself sorted, half expecting to get outside and find Kade gone, only he’s leaning against the wall, his arms crossed like he’s sulking.Nudging him, I smile. “Alright, you want the fucking truth you moody asshole?”“You and the truth?” He laughs shaking his head like that’s crazy.“I don’t lie, you know that.” Moving, I stand in front of him, my hands pressing against the wall beside his head. “Harlow is watching, she knows it’s your last fucking game.”He looks at me, confused. “Right, so what?”Rolling my eyes, I step closer. “She idolises you, and the fact you’re the best hockey player. She gets to see you how she believes you, as the best at hockey, at fucking everything.”He just stares at me, so I keep going.“She gets to see her dad winning, Kade,” I say, my voice quieter now. “Not

Kade POVThe night is loud, chaotic, and a little surreal. I’ve lost count of the number of times someone’s handed me a drink, slapped my back, or said some shit about my legacy on the ice. It should feel like a weight off my shoulders, like the closing of a chapter I was ready to walk away from. And yet, there’s this strange feeling sitting in my chest, like I don’t know what comes next. I do, I just never thought I would be in a place to give up hockey.I watch Rook across the bar, laughing at something one of his teammates said. He looks at home here, like he belongs in this world, like he always did. Maybe that’s what feels so weird, I spent my whole life believing I belonged here too. But now, after everything, I’m not so sure anymore.“Mercer, you look like you’re thinking way too hard for a guy who just won his last game,” Wes says, dropping onto the barstool beside me.I roll m