LOGINEdited Chapter 16
Sebastian POVThe rain was hitting the glass of the league management headquarters in New York. It sounded like gravel hitting a tin roof. The morning was bleak and grey. The sky was low; it seemed to be choking the skyscrapers.Inside the boardroom of the League Compliance Division, it was even colder. I stood at the head of the mahogany conference table, my shadow stretching across the wood. It was blocking the light from the window. I did not take off my overcoat; I did not sit down.Commissioner Devereux was sitting at the end. He looked small behind his desk. He was surrounded by stacks of folders and three of his top compliance officers. He was a man who lived by rules and bylaws; he believed the paperwork made him powerful. He was wrong."You cannot simply halt a biological audit, Sebastian," Devereux said. His voice was flat. He was tapping a fountain pen against his palm. "The integrity of the league relies on compliance. If your captain is a Beta but possesses Omega markers,
Elliot POVThe light from the phone screen cut through the dark kitchen like a sharp knife. I stood still, my bare feet stuck to the floor, staring at the message until the words became a blur.I know what you're hiding under your jersey.My thumbs shook as I held the phone. A heavy silence filled the penthouse, broken by the sound of rain hitting the glass. The peace we had built earlier disappeared in a second, leaving behind a reality. The screen went dark. The words stayed in my mind."Elliot?"Sebastian's voice was low and serious. It was the tone he used when someone crossed a line on the ice, sharp and commanding. The relaxed Alpha who was teasing me on the couch was gone.Before I could answer, the floor creaked behind me. Sebastian crossed the kitchen in two strides. His bare chest was warm against my back as he leaned over my shoulder, looking at the text message. I felt his muscles tense. The air in the room became heavy with a scent."Give me the phone," he said, his voice
Elliot POVThe rain hit the big glass windows of the penthouse in a beat. Outside, the city was hidden behind a grey fog, but inside, the air was warm and smelled like cedar.I leaned on the kitchen island, watching Sebastian. He did not wear a suit, go to meetings. He just wore some grey pants that were low on his hips, and his broad shoulders were bare."You are really skipping practice," I said with a smile as I watched him chop rosemary. He used the knife with the ease he used in the office. "Kofi is going to be mad when the captain does not show up."Sebastian did not look up. He put some garlic in the pan, and it made a loud sound that filled the kitchen with a great smell. "Let him. I told the coaches I had something to do. This is important.""Is cooking pasta important?" I stepped closer, feeling the floor under my feet."Feeding you is always important," Sebastian said. He picked up a spoon, stirred the sauce, then he turned to me, said, "Taste baby."My chest felt warm when
Sebastian POVThe ice in Thomas's glass rattled.I stood by the oak door of the private suite not moving. My presence made the room feel small. The air was thick and heavy like it was hard to breathe. A strong smell of cedar filled the space and it was making Thomas really uncomfortable. He swallowed hard. His skin turned a weird gray color."I do not have time to lie Thomas " I said. My voice was low and flat without any warmth."Seb it was not what you think " Thomas said, stuttering. He was pulling at his collar. He tried to put his glass down. His hand was shaking so much that the liquid spilled over the edge staining the mahogany table. "I was in a spot. The board…""You chose a side, " I said, taking a step forward. I did not yell. My body and the fact that I have a lot of money were enough to make Thomas feel like he was being choked. "By tomorrow morning you will not be able to use your stock options in Wolfe Industries. You will not be a VP anymore. I will make sure no compan
Sebastian The backup generators made a humming noise through the floor. The overhead track lights stayed bright, casting a white glare over the bedroom. I swung my legs out of bed and put my bare feet on the cold hardwood floor. I did not look at the blood on my chest. The skin stung where Elliot had clawed me. I did not care about that now. My eyes were fixed on the corner of the room. The steel panel of the built-in safe was open by two inches. The digital screen above the handle was completely black. The bright blue fluid kept dripping from the seam of the door and made a sticky tap-tap sound as it hit the white wood. "Sebastian," Elliot muttered from the bed. He tried to sit up. The linens were tangled around his waist. His skin was still pink from the heat cycle. His blond hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. He squinted against the lights, and his shoulders trembled as the cold air hit his bare chest. "Stay there," I said. My voice was flat. I did not want him moving
Elliot POV The darkness was really heavy. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest. I could not see my hand even when it was right in front of my face. The air conditioning had stopped working. It was really quiet. Everything smelled like wood and trees and my own special scent. "Sebastian," I said quietly. My voice was not very loud. It was like the sound just disappeared into the air. "I am here," Sebastian said from the darkness. His voice was low. It felt like it was vibrating against my ear. I could feel his chest moving against my back. His skin was really warm. My body started to shake. It was not because I was cold. I was still feeling the excitement from the ice rink. The power went out. My veins felt like they were filled with pieces of glass. I was not in control of my body anymore. I did not care about the people outside or the media. I just knew that we were locked in. It was dark. My body started to heat up fast. It was like a spark had been lit. My skin went f







