All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elliot POV I had learned a long time ago not to want things that could be taken. Hockey was the one exception I had allowed myself. I spent six years making sure no one ever found out why it cost me more than it cost anyone else.The arena was loud enough to shake the bones in my body. I could hear only my own breathing, harsh inside my helmet, too fast and too uneven. The scoreboard burned at the edge of my vision: one minute left, one goal behind, the championship hanging on a blade's width of hope.This was the moment I had built my entire life around. It was also the kind of moment men like Sebastian Wolfe were born to steal.I didn't need to search for him. Even across a rink crowded with flashing lights and chaos, I found him at center ice, all broad shoulders and dark jersey, wearing the arrogant, easy posture of a man who had never once doubted the world would bend for him. Somehow, that made him worse.I tightened my grip on my stick. Sebastian Wolfe made hatred feel too clo

Elliot POV By the time my teammates came back into the locker room, I had my expression under control.That was the only part of me I controlled. My skin felt wrong in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion, like a hand pressed flat against a crack in a dam with the pressure building steadily on the other side. I kept my head down, peeled off my gear with numb fingers, and answered no one.I made myself look like a man too furious about a loss to talk. That part, at least, was true.The guys muttered sympathy, and someone cursed Sebastian's entire bloodline, but tonight the noise barely reached me. My mind stayed trapped inside that final exchange, the phantom heat of his mouth still lingering against the shell of my ear.A deal is a deal. Tonight, you belong to me.Why hadn't it felt like a joke?Night had settled hard over the city by the time I finally left the arena. My apartment was close, a bleak sanctuary against the dark. I let myself in, shoved the door shut, and turne

Elliot POV The world went silent.Sebastian knew. Maybe not everything, but enough. It was there in the sudden, rigid stillness of his body as he held me against his chest, and in the way the air between us shifted from dangerous curiosity to something stark and unyielding.He had stopped playing.I forced my boots to find purchase on the wet pavement, dragging myself out of his grip until my spine hit the cold brick of my building. "I don't know what you're talking about.""You're a bad liar when you're scared.""I'm not scared.""That's your biggest lie tonight."Anger snapped through me fast enough to steady my hands. I stepped into his space, my chest nearly flushing against his. "You don't know a damn thing about me.""No," he said, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes tracked the frantic pulse jumping in my throat. "But I know this isn't normal. The second I touched you, my whole body recognized something my brain hadn't caught up to. That doesn't happen with Betas."I said

Elliot POVThe air in the league briefing room did not smell like hockey. It smelled like wood polish and hot electronics. It felt like a pack of wolves was ready to attack.I sat behind a long mahogany table. I tried to hide the shaking in my fingers by gripping my knees. Sebastian sat next to me. He was huge. His presence felt like a weight on me. We had moved from his penthouse to this room in less than thirty minutes. I felt crushed. Even when he was sitting still, his big frame took up much space. His charcoal suit looked calm. It also looked hot. It made me feel like I was being defensive.The day Sebastian and I were rivals on the ice. We were hitting at each other in Game 7 of the Finals. Six hours ago, I signed a contract that gave him control over my assets, my career, and my safety. Now, we were facing a room of reporters. We were pretending to be in love. My lips still felt sore from what he said to me in the hallway. He said I had to play the part or we would both get in t

Elliot POVThe kitchen clock read 5:30 AM. Gray morning light cut through the high windows of the penthouse, hitting the marble island like a slab of ice.Neither of us had said a word for twenty minutes. The silence between us was thin, sharp, and dangerous. Sebastian sat across from me in a gray training shirt, his massive shoulders hunched over a bowl of oatmeal. He looked calm, a man who had slept eight hours and run a three-mile morning skate before dawn.I sat on my stool, my entire body aching. My green and silver Wolves gear sat in a neat pile by the front door, waiting for my ride to our practice facility. I hadn't slept. After my midnight breakdown in the closet, my skin felt raw, a low-grade fever burning right beneath the surface. My mind kept looping back to the image of my own hands burying my face into his training hoodie. The shame of that biological surrender tasted like copper in the back of my throat.To make things worse, my team group chat was blowing up. The guys