Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

ZANE . . I leaned against the door frame, staring down at Nathan, his words still hanging in the air, heavy and ridiculous. “I think he’s actually an Omega and not a Beta.” He repeated it, as if I had told him I didn’t hear him. I scoffed under my breath. “That’s not possible.” Nathan forced his way into my room and then turned to face me. “It is.” “And how did you arrive at that absurd conclusion?” I asked. “Well you didn’t let Alan finish speaking before you ended the call,” Nathan said, “Alan said some omegas can pass as Beta.” My brows furrowed and I instantly shook my head. “Eli’s not an omega,” I said, voice unwavering. “I haven’t picked up any pheromones from him?” Nathan threw his hand in the air. “Hello? Suppressant exists.” I remember being right against Eli, close enough to feel his breath. “Even when using a suppressant.” My voice tightened. “You can still pick up their scent on their skin. Clothes. Eli and I had sex and he had never given up an o

ELI . . His words settled between us. “If John hadn’t come to me, you would have never told me.” Up close, I could see every speck of blue in his eyes, one shade softening into another. I hissed. I should be creating space between us, not noticing whatever is going on in those eyes. I pushed against his chest. “Why the fuck are you still angry?” I snapped, “I said I’ll refund it.” Being this close to him made my chest feel strange. My heart thumped with a staccato rhythm, echoing that same wild beat it had back in the locker room when he stepped close. It made it impossible to forget the feel of his hands on my body or the taste of him still lingering on my lips. Zane stepped back. But his scent still crept into my nostrils. “I’m not angry,” he said, voice tight. “I just want to know why you didn't tell me.” “Why the fuck would I tell you about my problems?” I shot back. “God. You keep asking for so much.” I exhaled sharply to push his scent away. “I thought

Eli . . The blindfold came off, air hitting my eyes. Zane cut the rope. As soon as I was set free, I jumped out of the bed, my breath still coming in thin rasps. Zane stared for a while, as if his speech had been stolen. Then with a steady voice, he asked “Why didn’t you use the safe word?” His brows were pulled tight. “You should’ve used it before it got to this.” I didn’t answer him. Even without the ropes, my skin still burned. The air still held that disgusting stench of alcohol. My fingers fumbled through my clothes on the floor. Zane’s eyes remained on me, making my throat tighten. I shoved my hand through the collar instead of the sleeve. Yanked it off, and then tried it again. My trousers slid on, but the zip wouldn’t cooperate. I abandoned it. Without daring to stare at him, I bolted out of his room, flew down his stairs, out of the door, and into the elevator. The doors opened on the ground floor. Out of the hostel, I rushed, bumping into a girl.

ELI . . “You brought me here?” I glanced around, taking in the ice that stretched long and wide beneath the white light, the two girls drifting in a circle. It was a public rink located very far from our campus. “To skate?” I turned to him. Zane glanced at me. “This is what I do with my friends.” I resisted the urge to smack my forehead. I couldn’t really blame him. I was the one who asked what he and his friends did. This was apparently the answer. “I’ll teach you,” he said, “come on let’s get the skates.” The counter sat just off to the side, beside the snack counter. Zane handled everything, buying new pairs of skates, jackets, head warmers, and socks. By the time we got back to the bench, the rink was empty. The two girls had left. “Does no one come here?” I asked. Zane settled beside me, lacing his skates. “It’s busier on weekends.” “Right.” I should’ve thought of that. I leaned forward, fingers working as I laced my skates. Zane rose and the

ELI . . For the past week, I’d been trying to get to know Zane. At the arcade, I learnt he liked games. I also learned he didn’t like ice cream but loved milkshakes, which made no sense since he usually bought milkshakes made with ice cream. When I said that, he told me ice cream was too cold, and something about how scooping was unnecessary when he could just sip it. I called it Laziness. Zane smiled and called it efficiency. Another day, we decided to watch a movie. I had let him pick a movie just like I let John. Zane fell asleep halfway through. He’d apologized and said we should try again—the motherfucker slept through it all. That’s when I learned Zane didn’t go to the cinema to watch movies, but to sleep. By the time I was in the shared locker room, it didn’t feel strange to look for him anymore. It felt automatic. The locker room was loud the moment they stepped in, hockey sticks hitting the locker, their laughter loud. One of my teammates threw a j