《Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Chapter 31: Echoes of SeparationI couldn’t stop crying.The sobs tore out of me like they’d been waiting years to escape ugly, gasping sounds that made my chest ache and my throat raw. Callan’s grief wasn’t just an echo through the link anymore. It felt like my own. That hollow, endless void where a future with kids should have been. The quiet shame he’d carried alone since the injury. The way he’d buried it so deep that even he rarely touched it.I was curled against his chest, naked and trembling, while his arms locked around me like steel bands. His skin was damp with sweat and my tears. Every time I tried to pull myself together, another wave of his suppressed pain rolled through the link and dragged me back under.“Shh, Brooks… breathe,” Callan murmured against my hair, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard it. No growled commands. No “rookie” or “stress relief.” Just my name, soft and rough at the edges, like it hurt him to say it. “I’ve go

Chapter 33: Tate’s UltimatumTate stood in the doorway like a goalie who’d just read the perfect shot coming his way arms crossed, eyes narrowed, that sharp-witted stare cutting straight through whatever bullshit I might try to feed him. The connecting door between our suites felt suddenly too wide open, and the thin walls had clearly done their damage. My shirt was only half-buttoned, and I could still feel the ghost of Callan’s hands on my skin from this morning, the echo of his grief still lingering faintly in my chest through the link.I swallowed hard. “Tate… it’s not what you think.”“Save it,” he snapped, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him with a soft click. His voice was low, but there was steel in it. “I heard enough. Grief. Sterility. ‘Choosing each other despite the cost.’ You and Cap weren’t exactly whispering sweet nothings. Sounded a hell of a lot more like two guys drowning in something way bigger than locker room h

Chapter 35: The First LieThe message from my father burned on my phone screen like a brand.Unknown Number:Beautiful performance tonight, son. The cameras loved it. Now prove he’s really falling. Send proof. Make him say the words. Daddy’s waiting.I stared at it until the letters blurred. My stomach twisted into knots so tight I could barely breathe. The link immediately picked up my spike of dread and sent it straight to Callan. He stirred behind me, his heavy arm tightening around my waist as he woke.“Brooks?” His voice was gravel-rough from sleep, but the captain edge was already sharpening. “What is it?”I handed him the phone without a word. He read the message in silence, his body going rigid against my back. Through the link I felt the shift protective fury rising fast, followed by that cold, calculated control he wore like armor. His hand slid up my chest, fingers splaying possessively over my heart as if he could steady the fr

Chapter 38: Merrick’s Suspicion The next dose came too early. I felt it the moment Merrick slid the needle into Callan’s shoulder in the training room after morning skate a sharp pinch followed by that now-familiar warm rush spreading under my skin like liquid fire. The link flared instantly, brighter and hungrier than before. My pulse synced with Callan’s across the room, and a low throb of shared arousal pulsed low in my gut even though we were fully dressed and surrounded by staff. Callan didn’t flinch, but through the connection I felt his jaw lock tight. His eyes flicked to mine for half a second warning, control, the same storm I was feeling. Merrick Donovan straightened, capping the syringe with practiced efficiency. The team trainer had been with the Thunder for years, seen every injury, every shortcut, every hidden scar. His blunt face showed nothing as he logged the injection in his tablet, but his eyes lingered a

Chapter 40: Losing ControlThe hotel room door slammed shut behind us with enough force to rattle the frame.Callan didn’t even give me time to drop my bag. He spun me around and shoved me back against the wall, his big body crowding mine, still buzzing with leftover post-game adrenaline and the fresh dose running hot through both our veins. His mouth crashed down on mine hard, demanding, almost angry. The link exploded with it: raw hunger, frustration, and that deepening terror neither of us wanted to name.I kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers digging into his shoulders. The taste of salt and victory still clung to his skin.“You almost cost us the game tonight,” he growled against my lips, hands already yanking at my shirt.“I felt your fear,” I shot back, voice breathless as I tugged his belt open. “Every hit you took, I felt it. How the hell am I supposed to stay focused when your panic is screaming inside my head?”Ca