Pucked On Ice 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

KaelI drove like a madman, weaving through traffic without caring about the speed limit or the honking horns behind me. My hands gripped the wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The only thing in my head was Riven’s voice on the phone — quiet, tired, saying he was in the hospital. I didn’t even remember parking properly. I just ran inside, heart slamming against my ribs.“Riven Ashford’s room,” I demanded at the nurse’s station, barely keeping my voice steady.They gave me the number, and I sprinted down the hallway, not caring who stared. I didn’t knock. I just pushed the door open.Riven was lying in the bed, his right leg elevated on pillows, a thick bandage wrapped tightly around his ankle. He looked pale, exhausted, but when his eyes met mine, a small, tired smile touched his lips.“Oh my goodness, Riven…” I breathed, stepping closer. My voice cracked. “What happened to you?”I moved to the side of the bed, eyes locked on the injured ankle. It looked painful — swollen even u

Riven“Riven?” Kael called softly from behind me.His breath ghosted over my hair as he sniffed gently, almost like he was breathing me in. One of his strong arms stayed wrapped around my waist, his warm palm resting flat against my stomach, fingers splayed possessively. The heat of his body pressed all along my back made my skin tingle.“Hmm?” I answered, my voice barely above a whisper.“You know… it’s actually your body,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You can do what you want with it. I really have no say, but I want you to know that I love you so much. I just want you to be really careful so you won’t regret anything later.”I nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the heaviness in my chest. “Thank you.”“No,” Kael whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck. “Thank you for being open with me.”I couldn’t stop smiling. The warmth of his words, the steady way he held me, the gentle rub of his hand on my stomach — it all made something

RivenI spent the next hour tidying the apartment like my life depended on it. I wiped down the counters, fluffed the couch cushions, folded the throw blanket neatly, and even lit a candle so the place would smell fresh instead of like hospital antiseptic and leftover takeout. My ankle throbbed with every step, but I pushed through the pain. Mom was coming, and I wanted everything to feel normal when she walked in.It didn’t even take a full hour before I heard the soft knock on the door. My heart leapt. I limped over as fast as I could and pulled it open.Mom stood there with two big containers in her hands, her face lighting up the moment she saw me. I didn’t even think — I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her tightly, burying my face in her shoulder. She smelled like home: warm spices, laundry detergent, and that soft floral perfume she’d worn for years. Tears stung my eyes instantly. I had missed her so much.“Sweetheart,” she whispered, hugging me back just as tightly.

KaelI sat in my car for a long moment, engine still running, staring at the scene in front of Riven’s house. Riven was standing outside with his mom and Dex. The resemblance between him and his mother was obvious — same eyes, the same gentle tilt of the head when she smiled. My chest tightened. Should I go over there? Or should I just drive away and pretend I wasn’t here for him?Riven’s gaze met mine across the distance. He mouthed clearly, “Go, please. We’ll talk later.”I almost listened. My hand was already on the gear shift. But something in me refused. I turned off the engine, got out, and started walking toward them.Riven’s eyes widened. His mom noticed me first.“Hello,” she said politely, a warm but curious smile on her face.“Hi,” I replied, stopping a respectful distance away. “I’m Kael. I’m… Riven’s friend.”Riven groaned softly beside me, slapping a hand over his forehead. Dex looked completely shocked, eyes bouncing between us like he couldn’t process what he was heari

KaelI waited until Riven went to take a shower before I sat down on the couch with his phone. My blood was still boiling. Someone had been in his house. Someone had watched us.I dialed the number from the messages.It rang a few times before a slurred, masculine voice answered.“Who the fuck is this?” the man mumbled, clearly drunk.I kept my voice low and controlled. “You sent me some pictures earlier. I need to know why you’re stalking Riven.”There was a long, drunken pause. Then the man laughed — a sloppy, messy sound. “I should be the one asking who you are.”“You’ve been sending pictures and threats. Why?”More mumbling. The guy was so wasted he could barely form sentences. I could hear ice clinking in a glass in the background.Suddenly, the call ended. He hung up.“Fuck,” I muttered, gripping the phone tighter.The voice had been too slurry to recognize, but it was definitely a man. He sounded stupid — the kind of person who wouldn’t know how to properly hide his tracks. Tha