All Chapters of Pucking Forbidden Claim: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Rook POVGetting married without Louise and Amelia didn’t feel right. No matter how much Kade acted like it didn’t matter, I knew it did. So yeah, I snuck Louise out without his mothers approval. And yeah, I didn’t warn him.He’ll get over it.I also knew he was worried about Amelia. Every time she said she’s fine or she’s happy over the phone, he knew it was bullshit. People can lie easily when they don’t have to be seen, and Amelia? She’s stubborn as hell, just like Kade.She’d never admit she needed help. I figured the only way to make her accept it was to get her in front of Kade, let him see for himself. Once she was here, she didn’t stand a chance at hiding the truth.Harlow grins up at me from where she’s perched in my lap, her tiny hands reaching for the tie on my hoodie. She tugs at it with surprising strength, and I watch as she works to pull it completely

Kade POVI stare at the suit, the one Rook fucking picked.I told him I would do it, that I could pick my own damn wedding suit, but apparently, I don’t know enough about weddings to be trusted with such an important task. So, he picked it.It’s fine. More than fine. It’s not something ridiculous like I half expected him to try and make me wear. It’s exactly what I would have chosen myself. But that’s not the problem.It’s his choice. His doing.“Are you having second thoughts?”Louise’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to find her watching me carefully.“What? No. Why the hell would you think that?” I laugh, but it comes out forced.She raises an eyebrow. “Because it was an hour ago that I came in here and you were sitting in the exact same spot staring at that suit. And now I’m back, and you still haven’t put it on.”An

Rook POVThe cheers still echo around us, but I barely hear them. All I can focus on is Kade, his breath against mine, the way his fingers tighten on my waist, like he’s still trying to process the fact that this just happened. That he’s stuck with me forever. Poor bastard.Leaning in, I smirk against his lips. “So, Mercer, you gonna cry now, or wait till later when it really hits?”His grip tightens slightly, eyes narrowing. “You’re an asshole, Volkov.”“Technically, we share a last name now,” I correct, grinning wider. “So, does that mean you’re Mercer-Volkov or am I Volkov-Mercer? Or do we just both stick to our own?”“You’re still just Volkov.”“Good, I like my name,” I say smugly. “It suits me. But you, Mercer… you could use a little rebranding. Maybe Volkov suits you better?”Kade groans, shoving me back sligh

Kade POVThe weight of the chain around my neck feels solid and grounding. It’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it fits. In that room, surrounded by Nikolai’s men, I didn’t feel out of place. Maybe six months ago, I would have. But now? I’ve been working with them, sitting at Nikolai’s table, handling things in the background when needed. Most of the men in that room, I already knew.It wasn’t some dramatic initiation, no life-or-death test. I had already proven myself in ways that mattered. It was more like the final confirmation, an unspoken agreement between me and them. I wasn’t just Rook’s husband now. I was part of this world.And I didn’t mind it.That’s the part that should probably worry me.But I don’t have time to think too hard about it, because the second we step into the reception, the atmosphere shifts. The weight of the ceremony is gone, replaced by n

Rook POVKade still clings to me, his head resting against mine, our bodies pressed together like he’s anchoring himself. My grip on him tightens for a moment, grounding both of us in this moment, in what just happened.There was never a doubt in my mind about how I felt about him, but if I’m being honest with myself, really honest. A small part of me had always wondered if he was here because he truly loved me or if it was just comfort, something familiar he had grown used to.I ignored it, shoved it aside every time it tried to creep in, but it was there. Because Kade wasn’t like me. He didn’t say it, didn’t make big, dramatic declarations the way I did. He was stubborn, guarded, always pushing against things that made him vulnerable.But hearing him say it, without a fight, without hesitation, it settled something in me I didn’t even realize was still restless.Eventually, I pull back, letting my arms drop fro