All Chapters of Twin Aces: Claimed by the Alpha Captain (MM Romance): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11 — One Room

Orion POVBy morning, I know two things for sure.Lucian did not have a night's sleep. Putting us in the same room was either a good idea or the start of something I do not fully understand yet.I wake up before my alarm goes off.The room is not bright. The sun is. Shining through the curtains. The city outside is waking up. Making its usual noises. Lucian is on the bed, half on his back with one arm above his head. Even when he is asleep, he looks like he is ready for something. Not moving around. Just lying there like some part of him is always awake.He looks younger when he is not in charge.I sit up. Try to think about something practical. Like my shoes.. Our schedule. We have a skate in three hours. I give myself sixty seconds to get it together.Then I look at Lucian again.I need to do something about this.Not the way I feel about him, because that is not something I usually think about. When I want something, I just work towards it. Be patient.. This situation is different.

Last Updated : 2026-04-05

Chapter 12 — Night Tension

Lucian POVThe exhibition is over, and I am running on pain and control. Both are starting to wear. We won, of course. Coach wanted to see if keeping Orion and me on the line was a good idea. We showed him it was. Every shift was perfect, every pass was right on target. By the period, the crowd was reacting to it. They did not understand it. They knew it was special.The locker room is loud after the game. Guys are. Laughing and gear is banging against the benches. I sit at my stall. Focus on my skates. I untie them, loosen them, and remove them. These are things that do not involve Orion. My ribs hurt now that the adrenaline is gone. My shoulder feels tight. My body feels too aware. I can feel Orion moving around me steadily and constantly.Coach comes over to me. "Virek," he says. "Good job. You need to work on your gap. Your transitions were good."I say, "I understand."This should feel normal. It does not. Orion never looks away while Coach is talking. People notice. Maddox notice

Last Updated : 2026-04-06

Chapter 13 — First Caretaking

Orion POVPractice ends, and he disappears before I can stop him.Not unusual. Lucian Virek's relationship with exits is one of the most refined things about him; he identifies them early, positions himself near them throughout any situation, and uses them the moment the space opens. I have been learning the interval between when he decides to leave and when he actually moves.It is shorter than most people's.Today was a difficult day.I give him two minutes before I follow.The hallway outside the locker room is empty. He moves faster than the gap should allow, which tells me he decided to leave before Coach dismissed the team. I find him halfway down the equipment corridor, standing against the wall, towel around his neck, hands loose at his sides. Doing the thing he does when he thinks no one is watching. Breathing slowly. Working through something without moving.He looks like someone who has been carrying something heavy for a very long time and has temporarily set it down."Hey,

Last Updated : 2026-04-07

CHAPTER 14 — Morning Denial

Lucian POVI wake up already angry.Not the kind that builds, the kind that is simply present the moment consciousness arrives, as if my sleeping mind spent the night cataloguing grievances and presents the final tally at five forty-three.I know the source immediately. The hallway. The way I didn't pull away. The way leaning into him felt less like losing ground and more like finding some.That cannot mean what it feels like it means.I sit up. The room is grey with early light. Orion is across the space, already dressed, or still dressed; I'm not certain he slept. Reading something on his phone with the focused attention he gives everything.He doesn't look up. He already knows I'm awake.I dress quickly. Efficiently. The version of me that moves through mornings after mistakes has a specific gear, deliberate pace, minimal contact, and no unnecessary conversation. I have used this version before. I know how to operate inside it."Practice in twenty," he says without looking up."I kn

Last Updated : 2026-04-08

CHAPTER 15 — Twin Aces

Orion POVThe arena feels different tonight. It’s not louder than usual, not brighter, and not even more crowded, but something has shifted. I notice it the moment we step onto the ice as eyes follow us longer than they should. They aren't just looking at me; they are looking at us. Lucian skates beside me, quiet as always, his movements clean and controlled. If anyone is watching closely, they might think he’s calm, but he’s not. I can tell by the way his shoulders hold just a fraction too tight, by the way his breathing settles slower than it should, and by the way he avoids looking at me even when we line up. He’s still fighting it, which is good. That means he hasn’t learned how to hide it yet.“Stay sharp,” Coach says as we gather before the exhibition starts. His gaze lingers on us for a second longer than the others, which is neither subtle nor accidental. “Play your game,” he adds, but the way he says it makes it clear he doesn't mean the team. He means us.The puck drops for

Last Updated : 2026-04-09

CHAPTER 16 — Yet

Lucian POVThe word refuses to leave me. It follows me out of the corridor, through the humid air of the locker room, and into the shower until it permeates everything I do.Yet.It isn't loud or demanding. It simply sits there in the back of my mind, waiting for the right moment to strike. I can feel it pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat, a steady reminder of the shift I am trying so hard to ignore.I stay under the spray longer than I should, waiting until the heat fades into a dull, constant thrum against my skin. Steam fills the small stall until the edges of reality begin to blur into a white, suffocating haze. I brace my hands against the cold tile and let the water rush over the back of my neck, over my shoulders, and over the exact place where his hand had lingered just moments ago. My skin feels hypersensitive, as if the nerves are still firing from that singular point of contact, refusing to reset.I shut that memory down immediately.This is nothing but a power move. I tel

Last Updated : 2026-04-10

CHAPTER 17 — Preheat

Lucian POVThe first sign of the impending crisis is the heat. It is not the kind of heat I can simply skate off or ignore through sheer force of will. It starts low, deep beneath my skin, manifesting as a slow and steady warmth that shouldn't be there for another two weeks. I know my body better than I know anything else in this world because I have spent years tracking it, measuring every fluctuation, and controlling every impulse. This development is early, dangerously early.I tighten my grip on my stick until my knuckles turn white as I step onto the ice. The freezing arena air hits my face with a sharp, clean shock that should help clear my head. It doesn't. The warmth remains, spreading subtly through my limbs in a way that no one else would notice, yet I feel it in every second and every heartbeat. My collar brushes against my throat, and it burns. It is not a sensation of pain, but a terrifying sensitivity that makes every movement feel like a provocation. I adjust the fabric

Last Updated : 2026-04-10

Chapter 18 — The Bottle Runs Out

Lucian POVI wake before the clock turns two, already sweating.For a second, the reason escapes me. The room is dark, the curtains are drawn tight against city lights, and the air conditioner hums softly above us. Nothing has happened. No one has touched me, and no one has spoken. Orion remains across the space, appearing as a long shadow beneath the blanket. He is motionless enough to be asleep, but my body knows better.The heat under my skin is worse tonight. It is not the sharp, humiliating spike from the rink. This sensation is deeper, slower, and somehow more dangerous because it does not feel like panic. It feels like something building with quiet certainty, a force patient enough to wait until I stop pretending it is absent.I sit up carefully and reach for the container on the nightstand. My fingers are not steady. I do not need to open the vial to know what I will find, as I already counted them in my head before falling asleep. There were three, then two, and then only one

Last Updated : 2026-04-11

Chapter 19 — Scent Memory

Orion POVI should not remember his scent this clearly.That is the first thought that settles in my mind when I wake up. It is not a conscious decision, nor is it something I reach for. The fragrance is simply there, sharp, precise, and impossible to ignore. I detect warm amber and clean skin, along with something softer underneath that I cannot name, no matter how many times I try.It is wrong.I sit up slowly while pressing a hand to the back of my neck as if that will help clear my head. The room is quiet. Early light from the window cuts across the floor, appearing pale and cold. Lucian is still asleep on the other side of the space. He is turned slightly toward the wall, and his breathing is even.I should not notice that either, but I do.I swing my legs off the bed and stand, forcing my focus toward something else. I search for routine, movement, or anything that feels like control. It does not work. Even when I turn away and step into the bathroom to close the door behind me,

Last Updated : 2026-04-11

Chapter 20 — The Warmest Cold Room

Lucian POVThe cold does not help tonight. That is how I know something is wrong.The room is freezing. The air conditioner hums above us, steady and relentless, pushing cold air into every corner. I can feel it against my skin, sharp and dry, raising goosebumps along my arms. It should ground me. It should pull me back. It doesn’t.I lie still on the bed, staring into the dark and breathing slowly through my nose as if that alone will keep everything under control. My body feels too warm and too aware, like every nerve has been turned outward and exposed. It started an hour ago, not sudden or violent, just a quiet shift. It is the kind that creeps in slowly enough that you almost believe you can ignore it.I was wrong. My skin burns. It is not enough to be obvious or draw attention, but it is enough that even the fabric of my shirt feels like friction, dragging across me instead of resting.I close my eyes. Focus. Control.I reach for the bottle on the nightstand, my fingers brushing

Last Updated : 2026-04-12

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