All Chapters of Puck Me, Sweet Captain: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kai's POVAfter our session last night, we hopped in the shower and cleaned ourselves up. I smile at the memory, Liam was getting comfortable with me again, our sexual frustrations had been released and now I was as fit as a spring.My phone buzzes on the counter top, Liam looks at me questioningly, I look at the caller ID and my heart drops, it's my father.I lift my hands to my lips, signalling that he needs to be quiet, he nods then leaves the table and goes into the room.I pick up the phone, “Greetings Father” I say, heart thumping in my chest.“Kai, I've not seen you in about a week and half, where are you?”“I'm around Father, school and hockey are taking most of my time and I kinda bunk with my friend or I'm a hotel when I'm too tired to come home”He doesn't say anything for a while and my heart almost beats out of my chest, “Well then, you had better come home today, I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about”“I'll be there in forty five” I say and he hums, disconne

Liam's POVThe days after are strange.Not bad and not good. Just strange. I wake up and I make coffee as usual, I check my phone, but the thing that gave it all the structure, the hospital, the shifts, the patients, is gone, and the hours are very long without it.I don't tell my mother, obviously.“The day for the procedure is drawing near, I'm kinda scared” she confesses.“I'm scared too, but take it from a doctor, Anne and the other doctors know their onions, you have nothing to worry about”“Speaking of which, how is work?” She asks.“Work has been busy, uhm, I'm taking a bit of time to rest,” I lie smoothly.“That's good, you barely have time to rest and end up overworking yourself” she says and I close my eyes.Well now I have ample time to rest, literally there's nothing else to do.“I know,” I respond.“And speaking of which, stop drinking too much coffee and actually eat healthy, you're a doctor you should know this.”“I know mom, I will. I love you” I say and disconnect th

Liam's POVIt's been two weeks since I lost my job at the hospital.Anne had insisted on a lawyer and even gone ahead to hire one, her name is Rebecca Hayes, she even paid for my first consultation with Hayes.I place the phone between my neck and my ear, pouring my morning coffee.“The investigation is ongoing but it's quiet, you don't have to worry, the hospital's case is thinner than it looks. The photographs are circumstantial, but the audio is ambiguous and as for the medical report, there is no evidence that Kai did that to you, so that can be disregarded easily”“That's good, right?” “Yes it is. Without an active, ongoing relationship to document, the board may not have enough to bring formal charges. Your license would be returned in no time if the board sees that there is no personal relationship between you and Mr. Kai Anderson.”I let that sink in.Without an ongoing relationship, I could get my job back, my license, my life.Not that I was planning on continuing any kind

Kai's POVI'm late onto the ice because I heard his name.Coach Harlow, in the corridor, talking to one of the trainers: "the new assistant's got here early, apparently, name's Liam Hart."I stop walking. I stand in the corridor with my stick in my hand and I process this information. Liam. She can't mean—I walk out onto the ice.She means.He's standing at the boards in a coaching jacket, clipboard, looking completely composed, like this is any normal Monday morning. Like I didn't last see him walking out of his own apartment at the end of a contract, after a night I've been trying not to think about, with the expression of a man who has decided something.My wolf wakes up.Not the angry part. The other part. The part I've been trying to keep sedated for two weeks with training and practice and Cerise's calls and every other thing I've been throwing at it.Mine, my wolf says. Flat. Certain. Like it's the most obvious thing in the world.I shove it down so hard I nearly drop my stick

Liam's POV.The scrimmage is a disaster.Not for the team. The team is fine, second string pushing first harder than expected, good energy, good competition. But Kai is playing like someone replaced his brain with a broken radio. He’s late on reads, sloppy with passes, and at one point he skates directly into a play that anyone with eyes could see was closing in on him. Marcus actually stops and stares.I don’t single him out during the scrimmage. I let him play through it, let him feel the weight of his own bad choices without me adding to it. But I’m watching, it's literally my job to watch.When the scrimmage ends I gather the team, go through feedback. I get to Kai last.“Anderson. You were reading two steps behind all second half. The first half was clean. Whatever changed at the break, sort it out.”He doesn’t respond and he doesn’t argue. Just stands there with his helmet in his hands, and I see something pass over his face that I can't exactly read, maybe remorse?After practi