All Chapters of Pucking Forbidden Claim: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kade’s POVThe tension is thick, sitting between us like an invisible wall, pressing in on all sides. The silence isn’t comfortable, it’s heavy, filled with everything we haven’t said, everything we’ve been ignoring these past few days. It’s like the second we left the trailer park, reality came crashing back in, reminding us that whatever this was, whatever we were, was easier when it didn’t have to exist outside of that space.I know being gay isn’t the end of everything. More and more hockey players have come out, and I’ve never hidden who I am. That’s not where the uncertainty is coming from.It’s him. Us.We’ve spent years at each other’s throats, hating each other on the ice, fighting like we were made for it. This isn’t some casual shift into something new, it’s a complete reversal of what everyone expects from us. How the hell is that going to look when we go back? When I finally admit, to myself, to the world, that I’m with him?Hockey teams have issues all the time, but his

Kade POVWalking into Rook’s place is always a weird experience. It’s too big, too fucking clean, the kind of estate that screams old money and too many empty rooms. It’s the exact opposite of what I grew up with, and every time I step inside, I feel like I don’t belong in it.But I don’t hesitate. Not tonight.Kicking off my shoes, I ignore the grand entrance, the polished floors, the ridiculous amount of space that no one actually needs, and head straight for the stairs. I know where I’m going. I’ve been here enough times now to find my way to Rook’s room without thinking about it.His footsteps are steady behind me, not rushing, not pushing, just there. I can feel his eyes on me, probably waiting for me to snap, to change my mind, to run like I always do.But I don’t. Reaching the top of the stairs, I take a left, pushing open the heavy-ass door that leads into his space, the only place in this entire house that actually feels like him.The room is big, obviously, but not in the sa

Rook POV“That’s supposed to fucking help?” My voice cracks, raw and furious. “That’s supposed to make any of this fucking better?” My hands tremble, my head shaking again as I pace, trying to get a grip, trying to breathe, but it’s not working. “I killed him.” The words taste foreign, bitter, acid burning the back of my throat. “I fucking killed him.”I remember that day, all I knew was he killed my grandfather. My father watches me, his expression unreadable, like he’s trying to gauge just how far I’m about to spiral.“You did what you were told to do,” he says simply. “You were sixteen. You didn’t even know who he was.”I let out another bitter laugh, sharp and broken, dragging my hands through my hair. ”And that makes it okay?"He doesn’t answer, because there is no fucking answer.The weight of it crashes down, pressing on my chest like I can’t fucking breathe. My hands drag over my face, trying to ground myself, but it does nothing. Nothing makes this better. Nothing makes this

Kade POVSighing, I push the covers off and sit up, stretching before standing. The shift in movement has Rook pulling his arm back, exhaling as he rolls onto his back, one arm resting over his face. He still doesn’t say anything, just lies there like he’s trying to keep himself grounded.I grab my clothes, moving around the room with purpose, pulling my shirt over my head and grabbing my jeans off the floor. I can feel his eyes on me, can sense him watching, but he doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, doesn’t throw out some smug comment like he normally would.I’m not sure I like it.“You getting up, or are you just gonna lie there like a lazy fuck all morning?” My voice is steady, casual, like I’m not watching him for any cracks, for any more signs that something’s still off.Rook doesn’t react at first, but after a few more seconds, he shifts, dragging himself upright with a heavy exhale. “Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair before finally swinging his legs over the si

Rook’s POVThe moment Kade disappears into his apartment, I grip the wheel tighter, staring at the door for a second longer than I should before finally pressing the gas. I don’t know where the fuck I’m driving, but I need to move, need to put distance between me and the way he looked at me before he walked away.Sleep never came last night, not that I expected it to. How the fuck could I sleep knowing what I know? Every second I spent lying next to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, I knew it was temporary. I knew the truth was coming, and when it did, it would rip through everything we built and leave nothing behind.Getting over what my family did to his is one thing, hell, getting over my family killing his dad as some fucked-up revenge after he killed my grandfather? That would take more than just time. But him finding out it was me? Even if I was just sixteen, even if I had no idea who the man was at the time—no. There’s no way back from that.And even if somehow