All Chapters of Pucked On Ice : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Sudden Attack

KaelThe evening air was cool as we piled into the big team bus headed for Millbrook. The guys were already loud — some talking shit, others with headphones on, a few half-asleep before we even left the parking lot. I greeted a couple of them as I climbed aboard and dropped into the seat next to Oliver.“What’s up?” I said, bumping fists with him.Oliver grinned and shook my hand firmly. “Same old. Ready for the grind?”He was one of the few other Alphas on the team. Just the two of us, really. Everyone else was Beta — solid, reliable, and no drama. No Omegas, of course. They were considered too fragile for this level of hockey, with too many liabilities with heats, slow recovery, and scent issues. The league kept them out for “safety reasons.” Fine by me. I mean, it made things simpler too.I settled in, slipped my headphones on, and let the low bass drown out the chatter as the bus rumbled to life.The drive was long. Darkness settled quickly, headlights cutting through the road ahe

The First Heat

KaelPractice started soon after. We ran drills, skated lines, and worked on plays. I tried to keep up, but my movements were slower than usual. Coach noticed almost immediately.Halfway through, he called me over while the others continued.“Hey, boy,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “You alright? You know you can always tell me what’s happening. Even during that friendly match you acted weird. Now you’re not playing like yourself. Talk to me as your father, Kael. What’s going on?”I looked at him for a second, the concern in his eyes making my chest tighten. For a moment I almost told him everything — the wound, the ambush, the way my mind kept drifting back to some guy he might not like. But I swallowed it down.“I’m fine, Dad,” I said, forcing a casual shrug. “Just didn’t sleep well last night after everything. I’ll shake it off.”He studied me for a long beat, clearly not fully convinced, but he didn’t push harder.“Alright,” he said finally,

Help from a side

KaelI stared at the screen, my pulse kicking up.Me: Are you sure you’re on heat? Have you experienced it before?Riven: No.Me: Then what makes you think you’re on heat?The typing bubbles appeared, disappeared, then appeared again. When the message came through, I had to read it twice.Riven: I noticed I was very horny. And when I checked… I was slick as fuck.Fuck.The image flashed in my mind instantly — Riven alone in his apartment, legs spread, fingers sliding through his own slick, face flushed with embarrassment and need. My cock thickened further, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. I shifted on the bed, trying to ignore the rush of heat that followed.Me: Woah… you’re wet?Riven: Yeah.Me: That’s one thing Omegas like me have to deal with.Riven: And I don’t want to deal with that. I just don’t want Alphas around noticing I’m on heat. That’s why I need the suppressants badly.I ran a hand down my face, trying to think straight. The rut from earlier had mostly settled,

I’m coming

KaelJust when I was about to sleep, my phone rang.I checked the screen. It was Riven.I narrowed my eyes. I sat up quickly, glanced at Oliver, who was still snoring loudly, and slipped into the bathroom. I locked the door, sat on the closed toilet seat, and answered.“Hey?” I said, keeping my voice low.Riven’s voice came through tight and desperate. “What do you mean tomorrow? I can’t hold these feelings, Kael. I need the suppressants before I lose my mind. Gosh! How I wish I could just go out now and get them.”I leaned back against the tiled wall, already feeling my body react to the need in his tone. “Fine. How about you relieve yourself first and go to bed?”“Trust me, I thought that would work. It always worked before… but it just made it worse.” His breathing was shaky. “At this point, what I want is to be knotted so bad. It’s either I take those pills or I just go crazy.”I closed my eyes for a second, my cock already stirring again. “Okay… how about we do it over the phone?

Far Away

RivenThat morning, I woke up to a few soft knocks on my front door.I froze in bed, heart jumping. Then I heard May’s cheerful voice from outside.“I was asked to get some suppressants for you. I’ve left them right outside. Have a good day!”I cleared my throat, trying to make my voice sound different — higher, squeakier, anything but my normal tone.“Thank you so much,” I called out, myvoice cracking awkwardly. “I appreciate it.”“You’re welcome!” she replied brightly. I heard her footsteps receding down the hallway.I waited a full minute, then crept to the window and peeked out. May was climbing into a waiting taxi. The moment the car drove off, I hurried outside, grabbed the small brown paper bag from the floor, and slipped back inside, locking the door behind me.“Finally,” I whispered, sighing in relief as I opened the bag.Inside were the heat suppressants, exactly as prescribed. I grabbed a bottle of water, popped two pills, and swallowed them quickly, just like Dr. Elara ha

Craving Him Bad

RivenThat evening, I decided to go home — to my parents’ house, precisely.I packed a small bag, changed into something comfortable, and took a taxi instead of my bike. The ride was long, almost forty-five minutes, but the moment the familiar house came into view, something in my chest eased.Mom must have been watching from the window because the second I stepped out of the taxi, she burst through the front door, practically running down the steps.“Riven!” she cried, throwing her arms around me like she hadn’t seen me just that morning. Her hug was tight and warm, the kind that made the world feel a little less heavy.“Hi, Mom,” I murmured, hugging her back just as hard. It really did feel like the first time we’d seen each other in years.Dad appeared in the doorway, a big grin on his face. “There’s my boy!”He pulled me into a firm hug next, clapping my back. The smell of home-cooked food wafted out from the kitchen, rich and comforting.“This smells so nice,” I said as we steppe

Saved by a Viper

KaelIt was a good night for the Vipers.We had beaten the Razorbacks 5-3, and the whole team was buzzing with victory. After the game, we decided to celebrate the old-fashioned way — drinks at a lively bar downtown. The place was loud, music thumping, and lights flashing. The boys were laughing, clinking glasses, reliving the best plays of the night. Some had already pulled in a few girls who were dancing and chatting with them, the energy high and carefree.It was late, well past midnight, but no one cared. We had earned this.I sat at the bar with a cold beer in hand, listening to Oliver tell an exaggerated version of the game-winning goal. One of the girls who had been dancing with the group slid onto the stool beside me, flashing a bright smile.“Hey, you’re Kael, right? The one who scored that beautiful assist in the second period?” she asked, leaning in a little too close, her perfume sweet and heavy.I gave her a polite nod. “Yeah, that was me.”“You were incredible out there,

NEWS FLASH

KaelThe first thing I noticed was the sterile smell and the steady beeping of monitors. My eyes fluttered open to a white ceiling and unfamiliar walls. The dull, throbbing pain in my side reminded me exactly where I was — a hospital room.Dad was sitting right beside the bed, looking exhausted but visibly relieved. The captain stood next to him, arms crossed, worry clear on his face.The moment my eyes focused, Dad stood up quickly.“Kael!” He moved forward and pulled me into a careful but tight hug, mindful of the IV line and the thick bandages wrapped around my torso. “Thank God you’re awake. What happened, son? The police said you were found unconscious in an alley with a stab wound. Who did this to you?”I winced as I tried to sit up a little. “Last night… after the bar. There was a girl being assaulted in the alley. I stopped the guy. He got me in the side with a knife during the fight. I didn’t want to worry anyone, so I hid it.”Dad’s eyes widened. “You were stabbed, and you p

I found him…

RivenThat morning, I woke up to sunlight filtering through the curtains and the faint smell of breakfast drifting from the kitchen. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, still half-asleep, and unlocked it.The screen flooded with notifications.Posts, news articles, videos — all about Kael.“Vipers Player Kael Dravin Hospitalized After Late-Night Altercation”“Kael Dravin Stabbed While Stopping Assault”“Heroic Act or Reckless? Vipers Star Rushed to Hospital”My stomach dropped. I sat up quickly, scrolling through the posts with shaking fingers. There were blurry photos of the alley, police tape, and one clear shot of Kael being loaded into an ambulance, blood visible on his shirt.He had been stabbed.What? How? When? Didn’t we speak last night?I bit my fingernail hard, staring at the screen. Worry twisted in my chest like a knife. Was he okay? How bad was the wound? Did he play the whole game with that injury?I paced the room, phone clutched tightly. Should I call him? What

Eggplant or Cucumber?

RivenI joined my parents in eating, and when we finished, I pushed my plate away and cleared my throat.“I think I’m going to leave very soon,” I said softly. “I want to go home.”Mom looked up from her cup of tea, her expression shifting from content to something more serious.“Before you leave,” she said gently, “there’s something your dad and I want to speak to you about.”I paused, my fork still in hand. “What is that?”Dad set his coffee down. “Come to the sofa. Let’s sit and talk properly.”I followed them to the living room, a strange unease settling in my chest. We all sat down — me on the single armchair, them on the couch opposite me. I looked between them, trying to read their faces.“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.Mom exchanged a glance with Dad before she spoke.“We know a girl,” she began carefully. “Her name is Helen. She’s from a good family. Smart, kind, comes from a strong background. We think… she would be a good match for you.”I star

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