Novel & Cerita The Puck Secret Pdf

Saw his hand move faster than physics should allow, catching the puck mid-air like it was moving in slow motion. For just a second, his eyes flashed an otherworldly color, something between violet and silver and I knew I'd been right. Then the moment passed. Lucien dropped the puck to the ice and shot it into the goal without missing a beat, scoring our third point with two minutes to spare. The team erupted in cheers. Coach was nodding approvingly. But Lucien and I just stared at each other across the ice, both of us knowing exactly what had just happened. I'd tried to expose him, and he'd proven his inhuman abilities, but only I had seen it.

“You’re a dick.” “And yet, here you are.” I tap my stick against the ice. “Come on, Mercer. Just a little. No one’s watching. What, are you afraid of getting grounded?” His jaw clenches, but I see it, the way his fingers flex slightly around his stick. He wants this. He wants to move, to feel the ice beneath him, to play. I drop the puck and glide backward. “First to score three wins.” He scoffs. “Wins what?”

he asked casually. Finn looked up at him. Then down at the puck. Then— He tapped it forward. Clean. Straight. Right between the captain’s skates. The puck slid past him perfectly. Brody burst out laughing. “Oh that’s cold.” Jake smirked. “Runs in the family.” Liam’s Turn Liam watched carefully. Then he lifted his stick— and gently flicked his puck. It slid across the ice, curved slightly— and tapped the boards right where he aimed.

Valerie purred, "tell me about that boy who was asking about Inka. Derek, right?" Cessy's face lit up. "Oh my God, Mom, he's so hot! Beta Gregory's son from Riverside Academy, star hockey player, total eye candy. And he's been having dreams about finding his mate lately." My hands froze on the plate I was scrubbing. "He specifically asked me to make sure Inka comes to the game tonight," Cessy continued. "Said he has something special planned." "How lovely," Valerie said coldly. "Though I can't imagine what a guy like that would want from someone so completely unworthy."

"What?" "What made you think that?" She pointed toward my jersey. "The jersey." I looked down, then back at her. Then down at the jersey again. "I still don't understand." The girl laughed. "That's what puck bunnies do." I frowned. "What the hell is a puck bunny?" Her eyes widened. "You don't know?" "No." She looked genuinely shocked. Like I'd just admitted I didn't know how to breathe. "A puck bunny is basically a hockey player's girlfriend."

"You are being serious?" "Yes," I confirm. "My wolf looks forward to the battle. Who knows, maybe the elders won't even notice the post." I let out a deep chuckle. "It is far too late for that secrecy, Luka." He shoves his communication crystal back into his pocket, but the crumpled piece of hide parchment stops the device from sliding all the way in. He pulls the paper out, remembering that we had written our secret dream-partner ratings for one another on it back in the kitchen.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

Puck grumbled. I didn’t get him. He knew Frankie wasn’t our mate and that we were using her to weaken Oliver, but he was still upset about it. We rejected our real mate years ago when we discovered that we had been paired with a poor omega. Puck had no problems with that, but he seemed uneasy about killing Frankie. He won’t tell me why, but he has been in a sour mood since. ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Marco exclaimed. "Long story. What is clear is that I have an agreement with Daddy," Alexa exclaimed. "What deal?" "I can't say that." "That means you're lying! You just have to choose to say your plan, or I will reveal our secret relationship to your dad and the media," Marco threatened. "You dare threaten me?" cried Alexa furiously. "I've been patient all this time. And now you want to play me again," Marco exclaimed. Fine, I'll tell you, but remember to keep this a secret."

It was impossible. They were hanging over the plexiglass, shaking the boards, and holding up massive, neon poster boards that made my stomach twist into sickening knots. MERCER’S MATTRESS.* *DISTRACTION ON ICE.* And then, the ones that made my throat close up and my eyes burn, the ones scrawled with ugly, jagged letters that spelled out slurs I hadn’t heard since I was a kid in middle school. Every time I touched the puck, a chorus of boos rained down on me, so loud it vibrated right through my helmet and rattled my teeth.