Semua Bab Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 72: Merrick’s RageMerrick Donovan looked like he was ready to throw punches.The team trainer stood in the middle of the storage room we had turned into our makeshift war room, holding the bloodwork reports in one hand and the syringe from the latest “recovery protocol” in the other. His face was flushed with barely-contained fury.“I ran the tests twice,” Merrick growled, voice low and dangerous. “These are not standard recovery drugs. These are experimental compounds. Neurological enhancers with massive side effects. Brooks’ bloodwork shows abnormalities consistent with long-term use — elevated heart rate markers, neurotransmitter imbalances, and early signs of dependency. What the fuck have you two been injecting into your bodies?”Callan stood tall, but I felt the tension rolling off him through the link. Tate, Beck, Maren, and Elodie were all present, the small group we trusted with pieces of the truth now forced to face the full wei

Chapter 74: Shared BruisesI woke up to pain that wasn’t mine.A deep, throbbing ache radiated across my ribs and hip, sharp enough to pull a gasp from my throat. The hotel room was still dark, the city lights of whatever road city we were in filtering weakly through the curtains. Callan slept beside me, his breathing steady, but the link was wide open and screaming.Bruises.Not on my body — on his.I sat up carefully and turned on the bedside lamp. Callan stirred, frowning in his sleep. When I gently pulled the sheet down, the marks were there: fresh, ugly purple blooms across his ribs where he had taken a hard hit during yesterday’s practice. The exact shape and placement mirrored what I was feeling.The link had started transferring physical injuries.Callan woke fully as I traced the bruise on his side with trembling fingers. His eyes met mine, widening as he felt the echoed pain through our connection.“Fu

Chapter 76: Captain’s Breakdown The green room door had barely closed behind us after the interview when Callan’s walls finally crumbled. He had held it together through the cameras, the lights, the probing questions, and the millions watching. But the moment we were alone, the strong, disciplined captain who had carried the weight of this nightmare for months broke. His shoulders sagged. He sank down onto the couch, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. A low, broken sound escaped him — not quite a sob, but close enough to rip my heart open. “I don’t know how to protect you anymore,” he whispered, voice raw and trembling. “Every move I make, they counter. The public kiss. The tape. The interview. The bruises. The dreams. I’m supposed to be the one in control. The captain. The Dom. And I’m failing you. Every single day.” I moved without thinking, dropping to my knees in front of him and wrapping my arms aro

Chapter 78: Public Claim The syndicate’s private meeting was held in a nondescript warehouse on the outskirts of the city, far from prying eyes and league investigators. Callan was summoned alone. I waited in the car with Tate a few blocks away, heart hammering, the link stretched tight between us. Every second without him felt like torture. The shared bruises from earlier practice still throbbed on my ribs, a constant reminder of how deeply the drugs had fused us. Through the link, I felt Callan’s cold resolve mixed with barely-contained rage as he entered the dimly lit room. A dozen syndicate representatives sat around a long table. My father was at the head, smiling like a king on his throne. “Captain Lachlan,” Harlan Rhys said smoothly. “Thank you for coming. We have a simple request tonight. Publicly claim Brooks as your submissive. In front of all of us. Make it clear, detailed, and convi

Chapter 80: Panic AttackThe panic attack hit the moment the live feed cut.I couldn’t breathe.My chest seized, lungs refusing to expand. The room spun. The memory of the live session — the degrading words, the unseen eyes on my body, the way I had begged on camera for strangers — crashed over me like a tidal wave. My vision tunneled. My heart hammered so violently I thought it would explode.Callan felt it instantly through the link.“Brooks— breathe,” he ordered, voice sharp with alarm as he dropped to his knees beside me on the floor. His arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back flush against his chest, one large hand splaying over my sternum. “In slow. Out slow. I’ve got you. Stay with me.”I gasped, choking on air that wouldn’t come. Tears streamed down my face. The humiliation, the exposure, the knowledge that wealthy high-rollers had just watched me shatter on command — it all compounded into a black hole of pa