All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ELI..I should be asleep right now. Or resting. Or unconscious. Anything other than standing in front of a mirror again. The hot sunray filtered in through the window, its heat licking my skin.Louis didn’t take his eyes off his book. “Are you going to keep staring at your stomach at every chance you get?”I didn’t respond. Because saying no wouldn’t stop me from standing here. Wouldn’t stop my eyes from tracing my stomach. Wouldn’t stop my jaw from locking at my abdomen, which was now rounder.An ache formed in my throat. But I swallowed it down. After all, this was my decision.I opened my wardrobe. There was a shirt—white, thin, befitting of the weather. Yet my fingers ignored it and reached out for my black oversized hoodie.Louis looked at me. “You do know it’s burning outside.”I grabbed the sleeves of the hoodie and tugged them down over my wrist.“I don’t want to look like a pufferfish.” I tried to smile but it barely formed.Louis nodded, pursing his lips for a second. The

ZANE..I arrived at the door of my mother’s penthouse. But I didn’t press the button. Not yet.Then I did.The doorbell chimed twice, and then it clicked open. My mother stood there in a long cream-colored dress.For a second, neither of us spoke. Then she stepped aside.“Come in.”I nodded and walked past her. “You've already moved out of the house?” I asked.While walking deeper into the apartment, my mother glanced back at me. “Not exactly,” she said.She picked up the magazine from the floor and placed it on the table.“I’ve had this place for years now. Even before Fredrinn died. I rotated between here and the main house.”I had expected to meet her at our family house. But to my surprise, she had sent me this address. I didn’t question it. I just accepted there were many parts of her life I didn’t know.“Is that why you’re getting your treatment here instead of Dallas?” I asked.A muscle feathered in my mother’s jaw, her fingers flexing before she crossed her hand.“Your fa

ELI..The climb up my hostel felt longer than usual, each step barely echoing in my ears.My phone lit up in my hand, my attention completely drowned by it.Zane: wanna take my shower and rest. Take care, Cinderella.A small smile pulled up at the corner of my lips.Three days. It’s been three days since I spoke properly to John. And somehow the more I stayed with Zane, the harder it got to face John. What John felt.My chest still tightened when I thought about it.When I reached my door, I brought out my key to unlock it. That’s when I noticed it.The lock was broken.My body tensed. Did someone break in to rob us? I pushed the door open.The moment I stepped in, my spine locked, eyes widening as they fell on my father.My heart thundered, and I couldn’t think let alone move.Breathe, Eli.My lungs expanded as I forced air into them. I straightened my shoulder and lifted my chin.“What are you doing here?”A tremor ran through my voice, no matter how much I bolstered it.My fathe

ELI..A few moments passed, and I still couldn’t say anything more than ‘it’s about a friend.’ I took in a sharp inhale. “She's a girl.”Zane knitted his brows together. “When did you get another friend aside from Louis and John?"My body pulled taut, and I shot him a sharp look. “I have other friends…many other friends.”Zane lifted his hand. “Sorry, continue.”I grabbed another onion. “So anyway,” I began, peeling its outer layer, fingers stiff. “My friend likes two boys.”Zane didn’t say anything.“The first guy…” I swallowed. “She has known him for a long time. Since childhood days.”Another slice. “He cares about her. He protects her.” “And the other guy doesn’t protect her?” Zane asked.The air in my lungs grew thicker, as I remembered Zane. How he had followed me for my therapy. How did he make me win the competition?My grip on the knife faltered and I ended up chopping a larger size.“He does…but it’s kind of complex,” I said, “…I mean she said it’s kind of complex.” Za

ELI..The end of exams was finally in sight. Two more papers and I could finally focus on my life that was falling apart,I was on my bed, hunched over my book, muttering the words, when the door opened.Louis stumbled into the room looking like a doctor who had just clawed his way out of the grave.His backpack slid down from his shoulder before crashing onto the ground.With enough force to make the bed creak, he threw himself onto the bed.I looked over.His eye bags were worse than mine. His lips were chapped.“When are your papers ending?” I asked him.He lifted only his head off the pillow, one eye cracking open. “Next week Tuesday. Why?”“We should do something fun,” I said, turning over to the next page of my textbook.“Something?” Both of his eyes flung open.“Mhmm.” I nodded. “Beach. Let’s go to the beach.”Louis flipped over, his back now pressing into the mattress. “The only thing I think I'll be doing after exams is waiting for my result.”“You can wait for your result