All Chapters of Pucked On Ice : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RivenThe intermission ended and the third period started. The players skated back onto the ice, sticks tapping against the boards, the crowd cheering again as the puck dropped.I scanned the Vipers’ lineup instinctively. My eyes moved across the familiar jerseys… and then stopped.Kael wasn’t out there.The big, cocky guy who had dominated the first two periods was gone. In his place on the second line was some other player I didn’t recognize — a different face, different number. The replacement looked decent enough, but he didn’t move like Kael. He didn’t own the ice the same way.I tried to make my face neutral, like I didn’t care. Like his absence didn’t register at all. I even forced my gaze back to the play, pretending to watch the Razorbacks push forward.Dex, beside me, was completely locked in. He didn’t seem bothered by Kael’s sudden disappearance. His eyes stayed glued to the rink, jotter balanced on his knee, pen moving steadily. He was taking this scouting assignment seri

RivenKael’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, his chest rising and falling too fast. He looked like he was barely holding himself together, every muscle tense, a fine tremor running through his arms where they braced on either side of my head against the lockers.He exhaled shakily, trying to keep his voice steady. “I know what can help.”I blinked up at him, heart hammering. “What?”“Two options,” he said, voice low and rough. “First, you get on suppressants. Proper ones. That means seeing a doctor, getting tested, and starting medication to mute your scent and block heat. But if you’re not careful… they’ll run the full panel. They’ll find out you’re an Omega. And once that’s on record, hockey becomes… complicated.”My stomach dropped. Doctors. Tests. Records. The league finding out is a problem. It might lead to being pulled from the Bulls. Everything I’d worked for gone in one blood test.“Hell no,” I whispered immediately. “That’s never happening.”Kael shrugged, the movemen

KaelRiven’s mouth was still warm and trembling against mine as he swallowed the last of what I’d given him. The kiss was messy, desperate, and completely unexpected. When he finally pulled back, his lips were shiny, cheeks flushed deep red, and his eyes looked shattered.I stayed leaning over him, one hand still braced on the locker beside his head, the other gently cupping his jaw. My breathing was finally starting to even out. The sharp, raging edge of the rut had dulled to a low, manageable hum. The overwhelming pull of his blood scent was still there, but it no longer felt like it was trying to rip me apart from the inside.Thank fuck.Riven stared up at me, voice small and shaky.“So… I guess I can leave now? My pheromones won’t be all over the place anymore?”I let out a slow breath and straightened up slightly, giving him a little more space while still keeping him gently pinned against the lockers. My thumb brushed over his lower lip, wiping away a trace of what he’d just alm

RivenMy legs felt unsteady as I hurried back through the corridor toward the stands. My heart was still racing, my skin too hot, and the inside of my underwear was a sticky, humiliating mess that made every step feel uncomfortable. I kept my head down, hood pulled low, praying no one would look at me too closely.When I reached the entrance to the seating area, I froze.The stands were emptying.People were already streaming out — chatting, laughing, pulling on jackets. The game had ended while I was gone. The final buzzer must have sounded during… everything that happened in the locker room.Shit.I whispered the word under my breath and scanned the rows desperately, hoping Dex would still be there. He had to be. He wouldn’t just leave without me, right?But when I finally reached our seats, they were empty.Dex was nowhere in sight.“Shit,” I muttered again, louder this time. I pulled out my phone with shaking hands. Please don’t tell me he’s left already.He should have waited. If

RivenThe morning light felt too bright and too loud. I barely slept after what happened last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my own slick-covered fingers and heard the broken way I’d moaned Kael’s name while I came.I couldn’t ignore it anymore.I needed answers.I had a shower, pulled on a plain black hoodie, a face cap pulled low, and a black mask that covered most of my face. Being a known hockey player meant one wrong photo could end everything. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long second. I looked like I was about to rob a bank, not see a doctor. But I didn’t care. I just needed to know what the hell was happening to my body.The hospital I chose was small and private, on the other side of the city. I took a taxi instead of driving my own car. The whole ride I kept my head down, my heart hammering against my ribs.When I finally sat in the examination room, the doctor, who was a calm, middle-aged woman named Dr. Elara, looked at me over her glasses. She knew me