All Chapters of Pucked On Ice : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KaelRiven’s father sat down heavily in the chair beside my bed. For a long moment, he didn’t speak. His eyes were red-rimmed, like he hadn’t slept in days.Finally, his voice came out rough and thick with emotion.“Thank you,” he whispered. “For saving my wife. You didn’t have to do that. Not after everything I put you through. I… I don’t deserve your help, but you still gave it. Thank you, Kael.”He wiped at his eyes quickly, trying to hide the tears.I stayed quiet, watching him.He took a shaky breath and continued. “I’m sorry. For how I treated you. For threatening you with your father’s secret. For forcing you to break my son’s heart. I was scared. I thought I was protecting Riven, but I was only hurting him. I was stupid. I refused to accept him — his sexuality, the fact that he’s an omega, everything that makes him who he is. I see now how wrong I was.”He looked down at his hands. “Ever since you two ended things… the spark in Riven’s eyes is gone. He’s been empty. I did that

RivenWe decided to go back to the hospital together. Kael’s hand found mine as we stepped out of the locker room, fingers lacing tightly. We didn’t hide it. We walked through the parking lot like that — two rival hockey players holding hands in public. People recognized us almost immediately. Phones came out, cameras flashed, whispers spread. But we didn’t care. Not anymore.We got into a taxi. The whole ride, Kael kept his thumb stroking the back of my hand. It felt like the only thing keeping me grounded.When we reached the hospital, I saw my father standing in the hallway. The moment our eyes met, I looked away, jaw tight. All the hurt from before came rushing back.Kael squeezed my hand gently. “I know your father disappointed you. He pissed you off. But just… give him a chance. Please.”I looked at Kael for a long time, then at my father, who was watching me with regret in his eyes. I sighed heavily.Dad walked up slowly and took my other hand. His voice cracked.“I’m sorry, Ri

KaelI thought it was time.Riven had been through enough, and so had I. After everything that happened, I wanted our families to start healing too. So one evening, I brought it up while we were lying in bed.“I think you should come with me to visit my dad,” I said softly, tracing circles on his arm. “Just dinner. No pressure.”Riven tensed immediately. He looked nervous, almost shy, biting the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know, Kael… what if he doesn’t like me? What if it’s awkward?”“He already knows about us,” I reassured him, kissing his temple. “And he’s been asking about you. Come on. For me?”He hesitated for a long moment, then sighed. “Okay. I’ll go.”***The dinner was at my family home. The table was full — Dad at the head, May beside him, and Riven sitting right next to me. At first, things were surprisingly smooth. Dad and Riven clicked faster than I expected. They talked hockey, strategies, and even old games. Dad laughed at one of Riven’s jokes, and I felt something w

RivenWe stood at the door for a long moment, reluctant to let go. Kael leaned in and kissed me deeply, slow and full of promise, his hand cupping the back of my neck right over the fresh mark. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.“I’ll call you later,” he whispered.I nodded, smiling softly. “Drive safe.”He kissed me one last time, then watched as I stepped inside and closed the door. The second I was alone, I slumped onto the couch, a stupid, lovesick smile spreading across my face. Everything from last night replayed in my head — the way he fucked me on the counter, the way he marked me, and the way the bond had flared between us like a living thing. I reached up and touched the mark on my neck. It was still tender and warm and sent a spark of heat through my whole body. I let out a small whimper, thighs pressing together at the memory.My eyes drifted to the band-aid on my finger. It was already peeling at the edges. I shook my head with a quiet laug

RivenThe back room was quiet except for the soft hum of the ventilation system. I was going through the new shipment of coffee beans, checking the quality, aroma, and moisture levels of the latest Ethiopian batch when the door burst open.“Boss!” Liam panted, eyes wide. “You need to come out front right now. There’s a customer screaming at Sarah.”I frowned and set the bag of beans down. “What happened?”“She’s really mad. Something about her drink.”I wiped my hands on a towel and headed out to the front of the cafe. The moment I stepped behind the counter, I could feel the tension in the air. A woman in her mid-thirties was standing at the pickup counter, face flushed with anger, while poor Sarah looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her.“What seems to be the problem?” I asked calmly, stepping forward.The woman turned her glare on me. “Are you the owner?”“Yes, I am. How can I help you?”She shoved her cup towards me. “There’s a long hair in my latte! I specifically asked f