Lahat ng Kabanata ng Puck Me, Sweet Captain: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Kai’s POV. Coach Harlow leaves at seven, which means the rink is officially Liam's domain now. I don't know why I'm still here. I tell myself it's the drill, the one I kept dropping my shoulder on, the one he called me out for during the scrimmage. But I've run it four times and each rep is clean enough to put in a game and I'm still here.The two other players who stayed behind finish their extra drills ten minutes ago. I hear the gate click behind them, their voices fade down the corridor. Now it's just the hum of the lights and the cold air sitting on the ice and the sound of my own breathing.I know it's just us. I think Liam knows it too because his clipboard goes under his arm and he stops making notes and just watches me. I feel his eyes on my back as I set up for another rep.I stop."Again," he says.I've done it four times. Four clean reps. He knows I've done it four times."No," I say.It comes out different than I mean it to. Not the usual deflection, not the half-second

Aiden’ POVAs I walk home from my job after closing late at night, I can't help thinking about what that charming young Beta had said, his words still make me feel chills. I will love to know his name. He didn't ask for mine either. Maybe I'm just overthinking things. But I can't help till I arrive home. “Grandma?” I call out as I enter and lock the door behind me. No answer.Then I find her in the room, curled up on the bed, barely breathing. Her skin is pale, and for a second, I don't think she is alive. I kneel beside her, shaking her shoulder until her eyelids flutter. “Aiden,” she whisper, her voice thin as air. “You are back.”And then she faints again. Recently, she has been severely sick. I could only rely on over-the-counter drugs because I have no money to take her to the hospital. When she heard I got a scholarship here, she came with me. Literally I have to take care of her here. Liam already has his baggage. His mom. Seems we share similar fate. Today, I will be for

Aiden’ POVThe campus buzz that morning. I rush to campus, searching for him to tell what happened to me yesterday. But flyers cover every notice board, trees are wrapped in banners, and even the cafeteria screens flash the same announcement:“BOSTON JNR ICE KINGS ULTIMATE FACE-OFF.”“BOSTON ICE KINGS vs YORK KINGS.”Everyone talks about it, professors, students, even the janitors. It's all anyone could think about. How come I hadn't heard of this big match till now. For Boston Kings, this wasn’t just another college hockey match. It was the match of the year for the junior category as the seniors were on an Away Match. And the captain, of course, was Ace. He's the Captain of the Juniors and Assistant, overall. I know he plays, but I didn't realise just how great he is. His face is everywhere on posters, on the campus website, even on T-shirts. It feels strange seeing him like this, smiling from paper, when I remember our last conversation. The cold look in his eyes as he made his

Aiden’s POVI’m already imagining that if I damage anything here, I might end up spending my whole life trying to compensate for it.“I just… I don’t understand why you’re helping me. You don’t even know me, sir.” I go straight to the point, the longer I stay the more difficult it is for me to breathe.“You need to relax,” he urges. “I have no ulterior motives for you, nothing like my son.” I nod. “I’ll give you the thirty thousand dollars tonight as promised. But in exchange, I want you to consider a proposal.”My heart skips. “What kind of proposal?”Not again…Hope it's not like the other? This is the third time I’ve asked about the job but he hasn’t given me a discreet response. He smiles faintly. “A simple one. You see, every year, I host a large holiday party for my companies’ investors, family, and colleagues.”I nod, keep on nodding to show I’m listening. “This year, it’s more complicated. My family and business partners want me to present a mate to them or else they woul

Aiden’ POVI raise my hand, rubbing my fingers over my eyes. To make sure this isn't a dream or some other imagination. “No, it isn't.” I hear the voice from within. My wolf. A slight spark of shock arose inside of me. Awe. “What the hell?” But before I concluded, I had to ask a question. The boy stops when he sees me, eyes wide and curious. He can't have been older than four, with bright hazel eyes and messy hair that looked oddly familiar.“Grandpa?” I repeat softly, looking at Anderson, asking indirectly.Anderson smiles, though it is softer now. “Yes. This is my grandson.”The boy holds him tighter, climbing onto his lap without hesitation. Anderson’s entire demeanor changed, the serious businessman replaces by someone warmer, gentler.A caring dad. He brushes the child’s hair back and said quietly, “You should be in bed, August.”I feel a strange chill run through me. “If this is his grandson… then that means Ace’s...or he has other sons?” I already began to make the analysis