Semua Bab Pucking Forbidden Claim: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Rook’s POVEverything is falling apart.Yesterday’s game was a disaster. The pictures, the fight, the way the entire arena turned to look at us like we were some kind of freak show. Like we weren’t just two rival players but something worse, something scandalous, something they could tear apart.I didn’t want to laugh when Mercer started swinging, but I did. Because for the first time since I pushed him away, I finally existed in his world again. After ages of him acting like I was nothing, like I wasn’t even worth acknowledging, that raw anger, that rage, it was something. Of course, I fucking enjoyed it. Because I’m a mess. Because I’m a sick bastard who takes what he can get, even if it’s a fist to the face.The empty bottle slips from my fingers, crashes against the floor. Glass scatters across the hardwood, but I don’t move. I don’t even blink. I should care, but I don’t. Because all I care about is finding out who leaked those pictures and videos.The screen in front of me is st

Kade’s POVThe press conference is tomorrow, and I still don’t know if I’m going.Hockey has always been my life. The dream. The thing I built my entire fucking existence around. But now? Now, I don’t know if I even want it anymore. Every time I lace up my skates, every time I step onto the ice, there’s this weight pressing down on me, this constant reminder that nothing is the same. I can’t focus, can’t play the way I used to, and the thought of spending the rest of the season like this makes me fucking sick.For the first time, I’m considering walking away. Leaving behind the money, the sponsorships, the so-called easy life, and going back home to my mother.Back to the trailer. Back to nothing. Back to a life where every dollar matters, where I’d be working some dead-end job just to scrape by. It sounds like hell.But it also sounds like freedom.Freedom from him.The only reason I haven’t packed my shit and left already is because my mom has been calling me nonstop all week. And I

Kade POVI stand there, staring at my phone, my entire body stiff with shock and fury.This can’t be happening.This can’t be fucking happening.The baby’s cries don’t stop. If anything, they just get louder, more urgent, more frantic.My pulse is pounding in my ears as I run a hand down my face, trying to think. My body feels like lead, exhaustion pressing into my bones, but I can’t ignore her. I can’t just leave her there screaming.Groaning, I crouch down, hesitating for half a second before reaching into the baby carrier. My hands feel awkward, too big, too rough, but I manage to scoop her up, holding her against my chest. She’s tiny, way smaller than I expected, her little face scrunched up and red as she wails.“Okay, okay, I got you,” I mutter, even though I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.I bounce her slightly, adjusting my grip. Nothing. The crying doesn’t stop. If anything, she just gets louder. Moving towards the kitchen, I open the diaper bag Amelia left behind. There

Rook POVBefore Mercer can respond, my dad finally speaks up, his voice calm but firm. “It’s too late for that.”Mercer and I both turn to him. He’s watching us, his usual unreadable expression in place, but there’s something in his eyes that makes my stomach tighten.“What do you mean too late?” Mercer asks, and I already know he’s not going to like the answer.Dad exhales, crossing his arms. “The second you stepped out of that car with the baby, the media caught it. Pictures are already spreading.” He pulls out his phone, swipes a few times, then turns the screen toward us. “They’re already making assumptions.”Mercer steps forward, snatching the phone and staring at whatever’s on the screen. His jaw tightens, his fingers clenching around the edges. “What the fuck,” he mutters.Curious, I lean over to take a look, and the second I do, I can’t help but laugh.There it is. Crystal-clear shots of Mercer stepping out of his car, baby carrier in hand, looking like he’s barely holding it

Rook POVMercer lifts his chin, eyes burning into mine, and I don’t know which one of us does it first, if it’s him, or if it’s me, or if it was always going to happen. But suddenly, we’re kissing.It’s not soft. It’s not careful.It’s months of anger, weeks of tension, days of regret, all crashing together at once.His hands fist in my shirt, yanking me closer, and my fingers dig into his sides, pulling him in so fucking tight there’s no space left between us. He bites my lip, and I groan into his mouth, and it’s chaos, it’s war, it’s us.And for the first time since I lost him, since I let him walk away, I feel like I can fucking breathe again.His mouth is still on mine, hungry, desperate, like he’s trying to prove something, like he’s still fighting, even now. And maybe he is. Maybe this is just another battle in whatever the hell this thing between us is.I don’t care. My hands grip his waist, pulling him closer, and Mercer doesn’t stop me. Instead, he pushes back, his fingers ta