All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELI..There he was. Not tangled in sheets. Not pressed with someone beneath him. Not anything I had braced myself for on the way here.He was curled into a fetal position, so tight it felt like his body was about to fold into itself.For a moment, I didn’t move. My eyes dragged over the room instead.No one.Maybe he had sent the person away.My eyes fell to the floor. Blister packs were torn open, pills spilling on the floor. A bottle tipped over, water leaking onto the floorRut was messy.But this felt extreme. Especially for someone who had a partner.My gaze snapped back to him. “Zane?”Stepping in fully, his thick scent wrapped tighter around my throat.“Zane.” I moved closer.Up close, he was worse. His chest heaved like every inhale scraped its way down. His fingers were clenched into the sheets, knuckles pale.Why would his partner leave when he was still in rut?My hand hovered before I tapped him—once. “Zane.”Body jerking, his eyes snapped open, his gaze unfocused.It

ELI..My heart skipped a beat once, twice, and then started pounding harder, louder like it was trying to jump out of my chest.My lips parted, a word—I didn’t even know what it was—but I was ready to spit it out.“Don’t lie to me.” Zane’s voice cut through. A pause. “Please.”It came out breathless, hoarse, like the word had scraped its way out of his throat.I swallowed, forcing the word down my constricted throat.The explanation, it was right there, just at the tip of my tongue. But when I opened my mouth something else came out.“You are not the father,” I said, words steadier than I felt. Silence stretched between us, my heart only pounding as I waited. Waited for something to loosen in him, but it didn’t come.Instead, Zane’s jaw tightened, his chin tucking into his chest. Another beat of cold quietness, then his voice came again, lower. “Let me guess…John’s the father.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. So I forced my head to manage a nod.Something flickered across his face.

ELI..We sat on the floor, between our beds. My back pressed against the frame of my bed, my heels resting against Louis’ bed.I had told myself not to think about Zane. To ignore the heaviness in my chest.And today I was going to act like I’m fine.“So why are you traveling again?” I asked, picking another slice of bread from the plate. “I thought you said after exams.”Louis inhaled, clenched his fist, and then unclenched, before exhaling.“Let me show you something.” He reached for his phone, unlocked it, scrolled once, then turned it around.“Look.” I leaned in lightly.A picture filled the screen. A man who looked in his mid-forties. A mustache that curled upward, and an expression that felt like he had never smiled in his life.“Who is this man?” My gaze flicked to Louis.“My mother’s candidate.”I paused. “Candidate?”Louis rolled his eyes. “For marriage.”My eyes flew back to the phone. “Him?”A small laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. A genuine one, and no

ELI..I remained on the ground that felt hot as my skin grew colder with each ticking second.The world felt distant, muted, almost like I was no longer part of it.A sound cut through the thick haze—a car engine. Low and familiar.I didn’t hear get closer, but I felt his hands slide under me, one hand beneath my back and the other beneath my knee.My eyelids fluttered. I wanted to see his face properly. But I only caught pieces—the line of his jaw, the ghost of his breath on my skin.Firm but gentle, he lifted me, scooping me into his arms.The moment my body shifted into his, my skin burned warm as if I had stolen some heat from him.His scent came, soft in my lungs. A week, and I had thought I’d forgotten what it smells like.But I didn’t.As he carried towards the car, I pressed my battered body harder into his.Zane noticed. Or why else would his fingers twitch against my skin? My hands moved, and I found his shirt. I didn’t hold it properly, just touched it, like I was check

ELI..The contract had ended, he had said.Just leave, he had said. Then why the hell was Zane sitting next to me, legs crossed flipping through the baby magazine, like I had told him he was the father?For a moment I caught myself wondering if I had told him the child was his. But I remembered that day vividly.Through my peripheral vision, I raked him a cold glance for the fourth time. Without taking his eyes off the magazine, he said casually. “If you have anything on your mind, say it.”“Your exam,” I began flattening my. “When is it starting?” His gaze stayed on the paper. “Same as yours,” he said, “next week.”A pause stretched. And then I let it snap. “So why are you here?” I still couldn’t bring myself to stare at him. “Are you that bored? Or have you forgotten what to do with your time?”Zane lifted his head, and then dragged his gaze across the reception, staring at other omega men.Some came with their partners, some sat alone pressing their phones.“I didn’t want yo