All Chapters of Pucking Forbidden Claim: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rook POVHis smirk widens, knowing he’s landed a hit. “I’ll scream his fucking name so loud you’ll hear it for weeks,” he continues “And you’ll finally learn that you. Do. Not. Own. Me.”The last of my patience burns away, incinerated by the fucking audacity of him, by the way he’s looking at me like I don’t already own every single fucking part of him. I thrust into him, my hands gripping his hips like a vice, and his taunting words break apart instantly.He groans, a sound torn from his throat before he can stop it, his fingers clenching into the sheets beneath him. I press him into the mattress, my weight locking him in place, making sure he feels every inch of what he just asked for.“You think you can—”I slam into him again, cutting him off. His body arches, another deep sound spilling from his lips before he bites down into the sheets, trying to muffle himself.“You don’t own—”Another thrust. Another ragged, helpless fucking groan.“You can’t fuck for—” I push deeper, harder,

Kade POVWaking up, my body feels heavy, and everything comes flooding back instantly. I fucked up. I should have stopped pushing and taunting him, but when do I ever fucking learn? I know that, in his mind, me telling him not to fucking stop was just me making myself his.Opening my eyes, I see him asleep beside me, that smug fucking expression still somehow plastered on his damn face.Moving carefully, I ignore everything and search for my clothes, but there’s no sign of them. Slowly pulling open a door, I grab some of his instead and throw them on, noticing my shoes in the corner. Moving quietly, I slip them on, trying not to wake him.I swear it feels like he’s awake and just waiting to laugh, but maybe that’s just my fucking paranoia. Glancing around, I spot his jacket. Walking over, I search his pockets and grab my phone.Reaching the door, I place my hand on the handle and smirk back at him. “You’re fucking delusional,” I whisper, turning the handle, only to find it locked.Fuc

Rook POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the emptiness beside me. The second is the faint chill in the air, the kind that doesn’t belong inside.I shift onto my side, eyes opening lazily, scanning the room. The bed is empty, but I already knew that. The sheets are rumpled, the space still holding the lingering warmth of where Kade had been. My gaze drifts toward the door, but it’s still locked.Then my eyes catch on the window that is slightly open.A slow smirk spreads across my face as I push up onto my elbows, amused despite myself.He climbed out the fucking window.I laugh under my breath, running a hand through my hair as I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Of course he did. It’s exactly the kind of thing Kade would do, desperate, reckless, but still strategic enough that he actually managed to pull it off without waking me.Smart, but not smart enough.He can run all he wants, but we both know where he’ll end up.Yawning, I roll my shoulders before standing, st

Kade POVI haven’t left my apartment other than for training. Every day, it’s the same routine, drive to the rink, train, and drive straight back home, avoiding anything that might put me in Axel’s path. He’s a complication I don’t have the time or patience for, one that’s only going to make things worse if I give him the chance. But today, something feels off. It isn’t the usual pre-game nerves or the weight of expectation pressing on my shoulders. This is something deeper, something unsettled, a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that refuses to leave no matter how much I try to push it aside.By the time I step into the locker room, the team is already fired up, laughing, talking shit, slamming their gear into place like they’re ready to tear the other team apart. I can’t blame them. They lost the last game, the one I bailed on. They should have won without me, but they didn’t, and now they’re ready to prove a point.Tyler claps me on the back as he passes. “We’ll give you yo

Rook POVI’m not sure what the fuck is going on with Kade. I expected the usual fight, the usual tension between us, but he won’t even look at me. His focus is locked on something else, his movements sharp, too aggressive, and it doesn’t take long to figure out why.It's because of Axel.Kade isn’t playing the game, he’s reacting, and it’s to him. Twice now, he’s been sent off for going at Axel, and there’s been no real reason for it. No dirty hits, no obvious provocation, nothing anyone else can see. From the outside, it looks like Kade is just losing his mind on his own. He’s throwing himself off, fucking up plays, and if he keeps it up, he's going to lose because of it.I don’t get it. I skate up to him between plays, try to figure out what the fuck is going on, and the only response I get is him snapping at me like this is my fault. Like I have any idea what the fuck is happening in his head right now.“Fuck off. You caused it.”I back off, letting him go, but the words sit in my