All Chapters of PUCKED ON ICE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

13 Chapters

HATE AT FIRST SITE

DMITRYS POVSenior Year—Eighteen Years OldOne of the few times I ever let myself feel free and at ease is with blades on; ice beneath my feet. It’s difficult to describe, considering how fast- paced hockey can be, but a sense of peace takes over every inch of my being, and it’s like I become one with my team and the puck.It’s a sense of belonging. Of purpose, going back to the first time I ever put on a pair of skates, and it only continues to grow with time.It’s a feeling, deep in the marrow of my bones, confirming this is what I was called to do. Not because of the legacy my name carries, but because of the unchecked joy vibrating through my body every second I’m on the ice.That feeling…it’s everything I could ask for.And I want nothing more than to chase it to the ends of the earth.This fact solidifies in my bones every time I fly up and down the ice after a loose puck, or score a shot on goal, seeing the lamp light up before my eyes. When every accomplishment and milestone I

Last Updated : 2026-04-11

CAPTAIN

CASPIAN POV October—Four Years Later“Beckett. You’re late.”Coach’s penetrating stare is aimed at me the second I burst through the locker room doors, having just dashed across campus like a madman to avoid this very scenario from playing out. But hopes that I’d be able to sneak in unnoticed rather than be a dead man walking right into my ownf uneral seem to be in vain.Well, shit.“It won’t happen again,” I murmur, meeting his gaze with the appropriate amount of remorse he’s looking for. Just enough to not get a verbal smackdown unleashed on me before the first game of the season.As the team’s captain and the person expected to set an example for the rest of the team, I’d be lying if I wasn’t anticipating a full-out reaming regardless. Even if I’ve been a lot better about managing my time this season.Until today, that is.Today, the hockey gods decided I would oversleep by an hour, making me run-across-campus-like-crazy-to-not-miss-faceoff kind of late.Which is just a fun-fuckin

Last Updated : 2026-04-11

war on ice

DMITRY POVI stare after Caspian’s retreating form, still fuming from the verbal sparring match he coaxed me into having. Or maybe I started it this time. Honestly, it’s hard to tell anymore with every single shitty encounter leading into the next.For the life of me, I wish I knew how to let his crap just roll off my back.Yet somehow, he bends and twists me in all kinds of knots every time he opens his damn mouth, forcing me to engage.He’s the only person who’s ever been able to get a rise out of me.You’d think after four years of playing together, I’d be immune to it by now. The taunts and the jokes and the straight-up insults. But nope, it still works to his benefit. Maybe even easier now, with having to spend so much time around each other.No part of me wants to spend more time than necessary with him. Ending up on the same team with him was so far outside my plans for college, it’s laughable. So imagine my fucking horror when I was getting suited up for my first day of practi

Last Updated : 2026-04-13

Vice and Vixen

CASPIAN POV Helmets and pads bang and clack against wooden stalls as the team strips down after practice. We’ve been gearing up for our first away game series at none other than our rival school—also in the Toronto area—Gravenmore institute, and despite the hiccups in our first two games at home, I’m feeling good about how the team is meshing.At least, for the most part.The exception is when I’m on the ice with Orlov. The rhythm between the two of us is still shaky at best, usually looking more like Bambi on ice than two top-tier college athletes who have been on the same team for years. But it’s better than it was a few weeks ago.Honestly, I don’t think Coach thought this whole thing through. While tossing us out on the ice together might be a good idea in theory, it’s clearly not working well in practice. Figuratively and literally.There’s a reason we’ve spent most of our college careers on two different lines. It just works better that way. Causing less issues between us, sin

Last Updated : 2026-04-14

Suspended

CASPIAN POVHis statement snaps me back to reality as the floor seems to fall from beneath my feet.This is exactly the kind of thing I was hoping to avoid. But here we are,my heart crawling into my throat at hearing the consequences all the same.“Suspend me for something I didn’t do?”His lips form a tight line, and then he sighs. “I have to until I can prove you aren’t using, kiddo. My hands are tied. You have to realize it’s my ass on the line too, especially with the way the sports league is cracking down after the shit that happened with the rival team. I look between the three of them again, unsure where to go from here.But from the solemn expressions aimed at me, there’s nothing to do but accept the punishment.There has to be something that can be done. Anything.I’m damn near getting on my knees and begging at this point.Because this can’t be the way my hockey career ends. No team in the League would dare touch me if this catches wind and I’m suspended for drug use.Drugs

Last Updated : 2026-04-17

SEX ON ICE

CASPIAN POV The locker room was empty,looking so serene and oddly fucking quiet.That was the first thing I noticed immediately when I walked in was the smell of ice and sweat hanging in the air like something permanent, something I find comfort in. My gear was off. So was Dmitry's.I don't remember how we got here like this.I didn't care to ask.Dmitry Orlov stood with his back against the row of lockers, arms crossed, jaw set in that infuriating way of his like he was daring me to start something. Silvery white damp from the shower. Eyes the colour of lavender purple, watching me with that particular brand of contempt that had lived rent-free in my chest all season."You got a problem?" he said."I always have a problem," I replied, stepping closer. "Specifically you."Annoyance coated in his expression. The contempt didn't disappear, it just changed shape, turned into something hotter, less safe."Then do something about it."I crossed the space between us in two strides and he

Last Updated : 2026-04-17

Clean Hands

DMITRY POV The second I pull up to the townhouse, I already know what's waiting for me on the other side of that door.Chaos. Loud, obnoxious, never-ending chaos.Which, on any other night, I could probably stomach. But we just lost again and the only thing I want right now is the inside of my bedroom and the mercy of about ten uninterrupted hours of sleep. Instead I'm sitting in my car in the driveway, staring at the lit-up windows and psyching myself up to walk through a door I pay rent behind.This is what I get for moving in with people who actually have social lives.I grab my bag off the passenger seat and head inside.The surround sound hits me before I even get the door fully open something with bass heavy enough to rattle the walls, bleeding up from the basement. Rafael's doing, without a doubt. Our resident midfielder treats every night like it's his personal going-away party, even on a Tuesday, even after a loss. Especially after a loss, actually. Guy's got the emotiona

Last Updated : 2026-04-22

Still Guilty

CASPIAN POVThe booming voice of my father catches me just as I'm about to round the corner toward the player exit first game back from my suspension, bag over my shoulder, ready to disappear into the night and never think about this evening again.My *undeserved* suspension. Because in a shocking turn of events that absolutely no one should be surprised by the second test came back negative. Because I don't use drugs. Of any kind.Like. I. Said.Not that it changes much. Coach pulled me aside before warm-ups to let me know that random testing for the remainder of the season is basically a guarantee now. Something about the Cyclone Kings maintaining a clean program, the league watching, optics, whatever. I get it. I do. Doesn't make the whole thing sting any less.My name rings out again that particular tone my father uses that isn't really a request.*Fucking hell.* Not now. Please, not now.I already played like absolute garbage tonight. The last thing I need is to cap it off wi

Last Updated : 2026-04-22

HIS LUCKY PUCK

DMITRY POV The hallway stays empty for a long time after he leaves.I don't move. Don't follow. Don't do a single thing except stand there with my back against the cold concrete wall and listen to the sound of the exit doors swinging shut behind him, the metal clang of it echoing down the corridor like a period at the end of a sentence neither of us finished.*I'm leaving. Don't follow me.*So I didn't.And I hate that I'm still thinking about it ,the fact that I listened, the fact that for once in four years of going to war with Caspian Beckett over every small and stupid thing, I actually just… let him go. No parting shot. No last word. Nothing.I push off the wall eventually, because standing here like an idiot isn't going to accomplish anything, and head for the parking lot. The cold hits me the second I step outside that particular Chicago bite that doesn't ask permission, just gets straight to the point. I pull my jacket tighter and keep walking.The drive home is automatic. L

Last Updated : 2026-04-26

The Losers' Party

DMITRY POVWhy I'm at a frat party after the ass-kicking we just received on the ice — for the fifth time this season is genuinely beyond me.I sure as hell don't want to be here. Not after the way I played like absolute garbage tonight, and definitely not when we have another game tomorrow where we can hopefully get our heads out of our collective asses long enough to bring home the first win of the season. But the thing about being best friends with a guy like Rafael is that he is always down to party even on a Thursday night, apparently and will rarely, if ever, take no for an answer when he wants company for the ride.Tonight is the perfect example.Instead of letting me go home and collapse face-first into my bed like a reasonable human being, he dragged me out here. To let loose and have some fun, he said, like that was a perfectly acceptable reason to destroy my pre-game routine the night before we play Lakewood Heights.He's not the one with a game tomorrow, though.Not that

Last Updated : 2026-05-04

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