All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eli..I haven’t been able to breathe—not even with Louis by my side.Both of us stood before the table, staring at the sentence.“Tell him your secret,” Louis read it out loud one last time before snapping his head sideways. “We don’t have the rest of the letter to tell if he was referring to you or John.”I shook my head, my lungs clenching. “It’s mine. It’s mine. I just know it’s mine.”Grabbing both of my shoulders, he turned to face me. “Listen to me,” he said, eyes pinning mine. “John read the letter. Shouldn’t he be curious?” I swallowed.“I mean if it were you wouldn’t you want to know what secret was being kept from you?” Louis continued. “I saw him that night, the way he ripped the paper. That wasn't curiosity…it was fear.”Memories of that night came in. John standing between the beds, scratching his thumb.Maybe he was scared my father was out of prison. I still didn't know enough to tell if my father was out or not.“No,” I muttered, pulling away from his grip. “It does

ELI..I told myself that if I didn’t open the message then I wouldn’t have to respond.My heart was beating fast—too fast, too erratic, drowning out the low hum of the bus as I hurried back to Michigan.What if my father comes to the campus? What if he went to John?My chest tightened. Too many thoughts stumbled over each other. My mind felt like it was tearing itself apartStop, I told myself. Focus on the problem that matters most—Zane. If the contract works, I leave. Thousands of miles was safety, the other side of the ocean was safety. And Zane was that bridge.I had two hours to build a believable lie. Two hours to not ruin the only escape plan I have. Two hours later, I arrived at the campus. Everything looked normal. It annoyed me.Students laughing, the sun rays falling on the trees. Everything felt safe, except me.Go back to my hostel. Pretend I’ve been sick. Fever, migraine, heart attack. He’d believe it, right?That was my plan.But when my lips parted, I heard mys

ELI..John stared at me, expression blank enough to make silence press loud against my ears.Then his eyes drifted up to the sky, and he exhaled.“I think we’ve spent too much time outside,” he said finally, “you should go back to your hostel and sleep.”Sleep? My brain stalled. I hadn’t told him I was tired.I had said I loved him.The words were still hanging between us, heavily, achingly. And he was telling me to go and sleep.My lips parted, but John didn’t wait. “Good night.” He turned around and left.Just like that. I stood there. My fingers tightened around the hem of his coat, my skin burning. I wanted to pull him back, to force him to stare at me, to understand he was my only joy.But all I could do was watch his figure dissolve into the night, as if I had only dreamed about his promises.My chest tightened, I had to inhale through my mouth.Okay. One step. Just one step. Put one leg in front of the other.I started walking towards my hostel. Slow. Eyes on the floor.

Zane..Black always felt heavier on days like this. Black shirt. Black trousers. Even Mr. Sam wore black clothes behind the wheel. My eyes were heavy, and the road ahead looked just as tired.My phone lit up. It was a picture—a sudden burst of color. Eli in the mirror, red rope tracing along his waist, down to his thighs, wrapping his feet. He looked vulnerable, helpless, dressed in only his briefs.His caption: like this?The knots were messy, uneven. The lines were asymmetrical. Not how I liked them, yet somehow I found them provocative, dangerous. After our sex play last night, I tried to introduce him to ropes. But he’d panicked. So I’d told him to tie himself, to get used to it. My eyes linger on his body longer than they should. The fabrics of my clothes felt lighter against my skin. What kind of sick pervert would want to control a person? He had asked.I stared at the driver in the mirror, his face calm, eyes fixed on the lonely road stretched before us.“Mr. Sam,” I

ELI..“I brought your favorite cookies.” He raised it, that boyish smile tugging his lip up.My heart burned. Maybe stung. Maybe throb. I couldn’t really tell which.Even though I wanted to melt into him, I brushed past him and unlocked my door.John followed me behind, his gaze following me as I took my jacket off.“You look down,” he said, tone casual. “What happened today?”My chest coiled, and my fingers tightened around the top of the backrest of the chair.“Eli, is something wrong?” He asked again.My jaw twitched and I snapped around. “Are you just going to act like you’ve not been ignoring me for the past three days?”John tilted his head, raising a brow—a gesture he always does when he is confused.But he couldn’t be confused.“This morning, in the natatorium. In the locker room, you acted like you barely knew me.” My throat was still sore from my mother’s touch. “Now you're acting as if nothing happened.”I eyed the cookies. “Bringing some stupid cookies.” My voice roughen