LOGINSebastian Wolfe was supposed to be Elliot Gray’s rival. Not his husband. Not his protection. And definitely not the man his body refuses to ignore. In a league where Omegas are forbidden, Elliot has survived for six years on iron discipline and triple-dose suppressants. He is hidden. One mistake away from losing everything. Then Sebastian Wolfe shatters his stick. He shatters everything Elliot thought he could control. The most feared Alpha captain in the league is everything Elliot cannot afford: dominant, obsessive, and dangerously perceptive. For two years, their rivalry has burned hot enough to destroy them both. The moment Sebastian starts looking closer, the secret begins to unravel. Sebastian knows. Not everything. But enough. When a threat rises that could expose Elliot to the world, Sebastian offers a solution: a legal marriage. A shield no authority can break. A deal between enemies that should mean nothing more. Now they share a home. A bed. A life neither of them chose. But when an Alpha decides something is his, he does not let go. Elliot agreed to a contract. He did not agree to want his husband. He did not agree to need him. And he definitely did not agree to carry his child. In a league built on dominance and silence, two rivals are about to learn the truth about fated mates. You don’t walk away. You don’t fight it. And you don’t survive it unchanged.
View MoreElliot POVThe cool air of the community arena hit my face as the double glass doors swung open.The stands were packed to the top rows, parents holding thermos cups, young kids in oversized team jerseys, and local fans filling every wooden bench. Sunlight streamed through the high clerestory windows, catching the light mist rising off the freshly flooded ice.I wrapped my dark cashmere coat tighter around my shoulders, my fingers tracing the smooth platinum band on my left hand.Beside me, Sebastian walked with steady steps, his dark wool coat unbuttoned over a simple black sweater. In his broad arms, he held our ten-year-old younger twins, Maya and Jack, both bundled in bright green scarves. Maya held a small paper flag with a silver number twenty-two printed on the front, her legs kicking happily against Sebastian's hip.Behind us, a loud laugh echoed up the wooden stairs as my parents and Sebastian’s parents walked side by side, carrying bags of fresh popcorn and warm pretzels."R
Elliot POVThe glass case on the wall reflected the glow of the desk lamp.I stood in the center of my study wearing a dark grey linen robe, my fingers brushing the cool glass pane protecting my retired Toronto Wolves jersey trophy. Next to it sat my championship ring from our season, its diamonds catching the soft yellow light.Framed photos covered the wood paneling behind my desk. In the center hung a picture from our wedding on the cliff, Sebastian holding my waist, his eyes fixed on my face while the ocean sparkled behind us. To the right sat the photo from center ice with Leo clutching Sebastian’s jersey patch while thousands of fans cheered in the rafters.Every battle was over. The suppressants, the court dates, the hidden hotel rooms and the threats were completely gone.I let my eyes move from one picture to another, thinking about the moments they captured. None of those milestones had come easy. Every happy face had been earned through sacrifice, hope and nights where we w
Sebastian POVThe heavy oak doors of my study sat half-open.Late afternoon sun streamed through the wide bay windows, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. A large, velvet-lined mahogany display case rested on the central table, its glass lid pulled back.I held my navy Los Angeles Kings jersey in both hands. The fabric felt familiar under my palms, heavy, slightly stiff around the stitched white numbers, smelling faintly of arena laundry detergent and cold ice. The gold captain’s "C" patch sat prominent over the left breast, slightly frayed at the edges from hits against the glass.Fifteen years of my life lived inside this sweater, fifteen years of early morning skates, broken ribs, bloody knuckles, and championship runs.I folded the sleeves inward with deliberate care, setting the jersey flat inside the velvet lining. Next to it, I placed my padded gloves and my gold championship ring from our final series against Toronto.Footsteps stopped near the t
Sebastian POVI didn't care about the sand clinging to my knees or the cold ocean water soaking my trousers.I hooked my arms under Elliot’s thighs, lifting him from the beach in one powerful motion and pulling his body close against my chest. He let out a breathless gasp, his arms wrapping tightly around my neck as his feet cleared the sand."Sebastian!" Elliot laughed, his hazel eyes wide as he looked down at me.I held him flush against my ribs, my broad hands locking behind his back to support his weight. My scent- cedarwood, pine, and absolute territorial warmth- enveloped us completely."Four of them, baby," I said, my voice low, my lips pressing against his throat right over our mark. "Four.""Four," Elliot whispered, his cheek resting against my jaw. "You're going to have an entire starting line on the ice in a few years, hubby.""I don't care about the ice," I said, my jaw setting with absolute certainty. "I care about this family. I will expand our holdings by winter. No one
Elliot POV The clock on the kitchen island read 5:45 AM. The blue numbers glared at me from across the marble counter. I hadn’t slept all night. My green and silver Wolves tracksuit felt stiff and tight from the night’s sweat. My muscles ached from the ice. My chest felt worse. A bad feeling was g
Elliot POV The world went silent.Sebastian knew. Maybe not everything, but enough. It was there in the sudden, rigid stillness of his body as he held me against his chest, and in the way the air between us shifted from dangerous curiosity to something stark and unyielding.He had stopped playing.
Elliot POV For a few seconds, I could not move.I stood behind the curtain with my hand clenched in the fabric, staring down at the black SUV. The city moved around it, a motorbike passing, neon bleeding red across wet pavement, but none of it touched the hollow opening in my chest. Inside that ca
Elliot POV By the time my teammates came back into the locker room, I had my expression under control.That was the only part of me I controlled. My skin felt wrong in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion, like a hand pressed flat against a crack in a dam with the pressure building steadil












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