Semua Bab Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 82: BenchedThe order came the night before the game.**Unknown Number:** Bench Brooks for tomorrow’s game. Full game. No exceptions. This is a test of loyalty, Captain. Fail, and the consequences will be severe.Callan stared at the message for a long time, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grind. The link carried his fury and helpless frustration straight to me.He had no choice.The next evening, in front of a packed home crowd, Callan made the call.“Brooks is out tonight,” he announced in the locker room, voice steady but heavy. “Tate starts in net.”The room went silent.Tate looked shocked. The rest of the team exchanged confused glances. I sat on the bench, staring at the floor, shame and uselessness burning in my chest.Merrick’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. He knew enough now to understand this wasn’t a coaching decision.The game was a disaster.Wit

Chapter 84: DistanceThe night in Tate’s room felt like exile.I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, the link stretched painfully across the distance between suites. Every beat of Callan’s regret, every wave of his self-loathing, every ache of missing me slammed into my chest like a physical blow. The separation was literal and emotional, and the link punished us both for it.The pain was worse than the bruises.It was a deep, hollow ache that made breathing difficult. My ribs throbbed where Callan’s practice bruises had transferred. My head pounded with shared anxiety. The emotional rift from our fight amplified everything until I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside.Callan wasn’t sleeping either. I felt his restlessness, the way he paced the suite, the desperate urge to come find me. But he stayed away, respecting the space I had demanded.Tate sat on the edge of the bed, watching me with quiet concern. “You

Chapter 86: Point of No ReturnElodie’s words hung in the air like a death sentence.The small group gathered again in the hidden storage room. The evidence she had compiled was spread across a makeshift table — bank records, encrypted communications, partial drug formulas, and timelines linking my father directly to the syndicate’s operations.But the final piece required something only I could provide.“Brooks,” Elodie said gently, “we need your personal access codes or direct testimony. Your father’s private servers, his communications with the drug developers, his financial trails. Without that, we have suspicions but not proof strong enough to bring down the whole operation. It’s the only way to make it stick.”The room was silent.All eyes were on me.Callan’s hand rested on the small of my back, a steady, grounding presence. Through the link I felt his fierce protectiveness and the quiet dread of what this choice

Chapter 88: Fantasies SharedThe first night in the new apartment felt like stepping into a gilded cage.The luxury space was perfect on the surface — open-plan living area with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, a sleek kitchen, and a bedroom that looked like it belonged in a magazine. But the syndicate had made sure we knew we were never alone. Red lights blinked from multiple cameras. Hidden devices hummed faintly if you listened closely. Every corner was watched.Callan and I moved through the evening in tense silence, unpacking the few belongings we had brought. The link between us was a live wire, carrying every flicker of discomfort, every shared glance, every moment of exhaustion from the day’s events.When we finally crawled into the large bed together, the weight of constant surveillance pressed down on us. We made love slowly, deliberately, knowing the cameras were rolling. Callan’s touches were tender but possessive,

Chapter 90: Hidden TruthThe silence after Callan’s confession was worse than any fight we had ever had.I stood on the opposite side of the apartment, the city lights mocking us through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The hidden cameras and listening devices suddenly felt louder than ever, as if the syndicate was laughing at our pain.“You were tempted,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. The words tasted like ash. “Even for a second. You thought about walking away. Leaving me to them.”Callan looked wrecked. His shoulders were slumped, eyes haunted. The strong captain who had carried us through so much was barely holding himself together.“It wasn’t because I don’t love you,” he said hoarsely. “It was because I’m exhausted. Because I hate watching you break every day. Because the thought of you finally being free from your father, from the drugs, from me… it was tempting for one split second. Then I remembered what we have. What you me