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Chapter 21: The Terms of Coexistence
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Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain Chapter 112: The Shift in Biology
Theo POVMorning light cut through the sheer white curtains and laid long silver lines across the hardwood floor.The master suite was quiet. Cedar, rain, and warm vanilla still hung thick in the air, settled deep into the sheets. The seventy-two-hour Rut had burned itself out, leaving the room still and heavy in the best way.I shifted a little. My body felt loose, grounded, heavier than usual in a way that wasn’t exhaustion. Every muscle that had been wound tight for days now rested easy against the mattress.Dominic lay behind me on his side, one arm locked firmly over my waist, keeping my back pressed to his chest. His breathing was slow and even. His forehead rested against the back of my neck. The steady rise and fall of his chest against my spine felt like the only clock that mattered.I stayed still and watched dust motes drift through the light.For eight years, waking up had meant checking the wrist tags, swallowing suppressants, and bracing for whatever came next. Today the
Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain Chapter 111: The Unbroken Storm
Dominic POVThe heavy oak door slammed shut. The brass deadbolt clicked into place with a sharp, final sound that cut the city off completely.Silence settled over the penthouse. My hands were still shaking when I turned from the door. The dark navy Royals t-shirt stuck to my back. My chest rose and fell in short, hard bursts. My pulse hammered in my ears, loud enough that I could feel it in my teeth.Theo stood by the edge of the bed. His dark hair was still damp from the shower. In the low amber light, his blue eyes looked wide. The mark on his collarbone glowed a deep, vivid red under the skin, answering the wave of my scent that filled the room the second the door closed.He didn’t step back.He came toward me instead, two solid steps, until our breathing matched.“Dominic,” he said. His voice was rough.I didn’t give him time to say anything else.I closed the space between us, framed his face with both hands, and kissed him hard. The contact hit like a match to dry tinder. Every
Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain Chapter 110: The Unscheduled Rut
Dominic POVThe post-game corridor under the arena smelled of ice, damp wool, and heavy exhaust.I walked fast down the concrete hallway, my skates clacking against the rubber floorboards. My dark navy Royals jersey felt hot against my skin, the number 9 on my back sticking to my sweater. Beside me, Julian held a tablet, reading off the medical updates from the Titans' wing."His blood test came back clean," Julian said, keeping pace with my stride. "Dr. Harris confirmed no heart issues, just physical exhaustion.""He was shaking on the ice, Julian," I said, my jaw tight.A sharp, hot spike hit my chest. It wasn't my own heart. The bond pulled tight, vibrating against my collarbone like a stretched cable. My pulse jumped to one-thirty in two seconds, my palms growing slick against my stick handle."Dominic?" Julian stopped, looking at my face. "Your eyes are shifting."I pressed my back against the concrete wall, taking a heavy breath. The air in my lungs tasted strange, too hot, thic
Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain Chapter 109: Physical Exhaustion
Theo POVThe locker room door closed behind me, cutting off the dull roar of the arena.My skates felt like blocks of lead anchored to the rubber mat. My chest heaved under the heavy navy jersey, the white C stitched over my heart rising and falling in rapid, shallow bursts. Down the front, my number 17 was smeared with ice shavings and gray board grease.Gavin Vance dropped his helmet onto the wooden bench with a heavy clatter. "Double overtime. That was brutal, Captain.""We took Game 1," I rasped, my throat raw from breathing cold ice air for four hours.I unbuckled my chin strap with trembling fingers. Without suppressants, my body had poured every drop of its biological energy into those five periods. My skin felt hot, a deep, radiating burn buzzing under my collarbones.The side door to the medical suite clicked open.Dr. Harris stepped into the doorway holding a clipboard and a bottle of electrolyte water. "Maren. Trainer's room. Now."I didn't argue. I unlaced my skates, stood
Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain Chapter 108: The Shared Energy
Dominic POVThe glass panel in front of my chair stayed wide open.Below the suite, eighteen thousand fans filled the arena bowl, their shouts echoing off the steel rafters. Cold air rolled off the ice surface, carrying the sharp scent of cut frost, rubber, and sweat up into the private balcony.I sat in the front row, wearing my dark navy Royals team jacket, my arms resting on the leather railing.Down on the ice, the Titans wore their light blue home jerseys. At the center of their top line stood Theo, my husband, his number 19 broad across his back and the white C stitched over his chest. He moved across the red line in two clean strides, his steel cutting deep into the surface.A sharp pulse buzzed against my collarbone.It was not physical pain. It was the phantom resonance of our mating bond, vibrating in time with Theo's heart rate. Every heavy breath he took, every fast turn on his left skate, hummed straight through my chest, even as my own Royals team fought to contain him.
Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain Chapter 107: Playoff Intensity
Theo POVThe arena tunnel smelled of frost, skate leather, and wet rubber.Beyond the dark archway, eighteen thousand fans roared in unison, their voices shaking the concrete floorboards under my steel blades. High above, red and blue floodlights flashed across the arena ceiling, casting long shadows down the hallway.Gavin Vance stepped up beside me, adjusting his helmet strap. "Game 1, Captain. Rink is packed."I touched the heavy white C stitched over my heart. "Puck drops in two minutes. Stay physical on their blue line."Down the hall, the Royals stepped out of their locker room in dark navy jerseys. Dominic walked at the front of their line, his composite stick resting against his shoulder. His eyes met mine across the forty feet of concrete, intense, sharp, and burning with a fierce athletic hunger.He didn't speak. He just gave a single, firm nod.I adjusted my grip on my stick, my knuckles white against the tape. No suppressants coursed through my veins today. No heavy chemic
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