All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

153 Chapters

Chapter 121: The Return of Elliot's Parents

Elliot POVThe big metal doors made a noise as someone pushed them really hard."You cannot come in here!" the security guard yelled from outside the room. "This is a private-"Then someone grunted loudly, and the sound of a body hitting the wall made my computer screen shake.The door swung open.I held the two bundles on my chest really tight. Leo made a squeak and pressed his fist into my collarbone. Next to him, Luke coughed softly. Buried his face in my hospital gown. I felt a connection in my chest like a hot wire, and it made me think of Sebastian.A man and a woman came into the room.The cold air from the hallway followed them in. The woman was wearing a beige coat, and her dark hair looked perfect even though it was raining outside. She was holding a purse with both hands, and her knuckles were white. The man behind her had his hands in his coat pockets. His jaw was set in a hard line.It was my mother and my father.I froze. My heart monitor started beeping, and the green l

Chapter 122: Tense Terms

Sebastian POVThe room was so quiet it felt like the silence was actually touching me.My shadow fell across the doorway, blocking the way to the bed. I stood still. My boots did not move from the floor; my chest was moving up and down slowly.The smell of mint and steel was coming from my skin. It was so strong it made the air feel thick.Elliot's father, Richard, was standing still. He was not looking down. His fingers were moving in his coat pockets. His wife, Eleanor, was holding onto his arm, her fingers white."You do not belong here," I said. My voice was low and rough. It felt like it was shaking the floor. "You made your choice six years ago.""Sebastian, please," Eleanor whispered. Her voice was very quiet. She was looking past me, trying to see the bed. "We saw the news, the pictures of the blood on the ice. We thought we lost him.""You did lose him," I said, my jaw tight. It hurt. "You lost him when you signed those papers. You lost him when you sent those letters."I too

Chapter 123: Unconditional Acceptance

Elliot POVThe heavy, old leather of the folder scraped against the clean plastic of my over-bed table.Henry Wolfe kept his hand flat on the cover for three long seconds. The gold crest of the Wolfe family, faded and scratched from decades of handling, sat right beneath the harsh glare of the hospital light."This is not a challenge, Elliot," Henry said, his voice a low, dry rumble.I did not move. I kept my arms locked around the two warm, breathing bundles on my chest. Leo was still, his nose tucked into the fabric of my gown, while Luke gave a tiny, rhythmic twitch of his shoulder. The gold thread in my chest was a steady, humming wire, but my captain's mind remained on high alert.Sebastian took a step closer, his massive shoulder brushing against his father’s coat. His knuckles, still dark with dry blood, tightened."What is this, Father?" Sebastian asked.Henry did not look at his son. He kept his gray eyes fixed on mine. He reached out and flipped the leather cover open, revea

Chapter 124: Clash of the Alphas and Omegas

Sebastian POVMy skates dug into the ice, sending a spray of frost against the boards.The crowd was loud, really loud, with eighteen thousand people cheering and stomping their feet. It was like the noise was pressing down on me, making my helmet and shoulder pads vibrate. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and ice.We were playing Game Seven. The score was zero to zero, just five minutes into the first period.I took a breath, feeling the cold air burn my lungs. I did not look at the scoreboard. I already knew the numbers.I leaned over my stick, watching the puck as the linesman stepped towards the center circle.Then my gaze drifted to the left, to the Wolves' bench, where Elliot stood with his hands on the wooden rail. He was wearing his silver team jacket zipped up to his throat, with Leo and Luke strapped to his chest.The babies were quiet, secure under the carbon-fiber plates of the tactical carrier.I could smell the scent of white clover and gold cutting through the

Chapter 125: The Captain's Voice

Elliot POVThe referee’s whistle blew, a sharp, piercing note that sliced through the roaring static of the arena. Thirty seconds remained on the clock. My net was empty. The scoreboard flashed the grim reality in bright red bulbs: Wolves 1, Kings 2.I took a breath, holding the wooden rail of the bench. Beneath my green and silver team jacket, the double weight of my sons pressed against my chest. Leo lay on the right, Luke on the left, both tucked secure in the carbon-fiber tactical carrier. Their warm, soft heartbeats tapped a rapid, frantic rhythm against my ribs.I raised my hand, fingers wide, and looked directly at the nearest linesman."Timeout!" I shouted.The official nodded, raising his arms to signal the stoppage.The Wolves players filed back toward the bench, their skates dragging on the chewed ice. Nathan was the first to arrive, his chest heaving under his green jersey, his face red and slick with sweat. The rookies followed, their heads down, their sticks clattering a

Chapter 126: Overtime Glory

Elliot POVThe air in the arena was thick with the smell of metal and sweat. The crowd was loud, with twenty thousand fans screaming and making the glass panels around the ice vibrate. I was sitting on the bench. All I could think about was the sound of my twin sons' heartbeats against my chest.Leo was on the right. Luke was on the left, tucked safe inside the special carrier under my team jacket. Every time someone hit the ice or crashed into the boards, the carrier helped absorb the shock. I had my hand over the plate, shielding them with my body as I leaned over the rail.The Kings were getting ready for the sudden-death draw.Sebastian was standing in the center of the faceoff circle, looking exhausted but still strong. His eyes were fixed on me. I could feel his presence rolling over the ice like a warm wave. He was not going to let this game go on forever. He wanted to win the Stanley Cup now."Listen to me," I said loudly, trying to be heard over the noise of the bench. "Seba

Chapter 127: The Ice Embrace

Sebastian POVThe silver foil kept falling, sticking to my damp face and the navy cloth of my jersey. The noise in the arena felt miles away, muffled like I was standing under ten feet of water.My lungs burned. My shoulders felt like lead weights. The physical pain of the loss was real, but as I looked across the ice, it was completely swallowed by something far larger.Elliot stood on the Wolves' bench platform. He looked smaller without his full hockey gear, wrapped in his team jacket, but to me, he looked invincible. The jacket gaped open just enough to reveal the black carbon-fiber plate of the carrier strapped to his ribs. Two tiny, soft heads rested against his chest.My sons. My husband. The family we built despite every rule designed to destroy us.I tossed my dark helmet onto the ice behind me. I didn't care about the television cameras zooming in on my face. I didn't care about the league executive staff sitting in the luxury boxes with frozen expressions.I unclipped my gl

Chapter 128: The Global Declaration

Elliot POVThe carpet was rolled out across center ice, thick and black, covering the torn grooves of the battle we had just finished. Officials in sharp tuxedos moved around the perimeter, setting up the wireless microphones and adjusting the heavy television cameras.Nathan trotted over from the bench, holding a black broadcast microphone in his gloved hand. He offered it to me with a wide, proud grin on his sweating face."The network wants the champion's words, Captain," Nathan said, wiping his brow. "The whole world is waiting."I took the microphone, the cold metal heavy in my palm. I turned to look at Sebastian. He had stepped over the bench door, standing on the rubber mats beside me. He wore his navy jersey without the captain patch over his heart, his dark hair damp and messy.I reached out, wrapping my arm tightly around his waist. Sebastian shifted his stance, his large hand coming around my shoulder, pulling me and the twins flush against his side. The carbon carrier stay

Chapter 129: Estate Preparations

Sebastian POVThe morning sun was shining on the Pacific Ocean. It made a golden glow on the glass wall of my study. Down on the lawn of our estate, I saw two dark cedar arbors. They were ready to be put up.I put my hands flat on my desk. I looked at the floor plans in front of me. It had been six weeks since the horn blew in Toronto. The silver confetti was all gone. Now our home was quiet and peaceful. We knew that our victory was just the beginning. The league had tried to push Elliot into the shadows for years. This second wedding was not a party. It was a statement.My personal assistant, Marcus, was standing across from my desk. He was holding a tablet."The security team finished putting up the fence around our property," Marcus said. "We have thirty police officers watching the road. No paparazzi drones can fly over the cliff.""Good," I said. I moved a stack of invitations to the side. "What about the guest list?""The King's board said they are coming," Marcus replied. "The

Chapter 130 : Reconciliation Dinner

Elliot POVThe dining room of roasted herbs, dark wine, and ocean salt. The long mahogany table sat under three glass chandeliers, set with silver cutlery and crystal glasses. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows the Pacific sunset painted the room in shades of orange and deep red.I smoothed the front of my silk shirt, taking my seat near the center of the table.Beside me, my mother adjusted her gold necklace, her fingers trembling slightly. My father sat next to her, his posture straight, his eyes scanning the arrangement. Across the table Sebastian’s parents sat together. His father wore a tailored suit while his mother rested her manicured hands on the edge of the wood.Years of rivalries, court battles, and social pressure sat in the room with us.Sebastian took his place at the head of the table. He wore a dark shirt with the top button open. He reached under the table, his broad hand resting flat on my thigh. His palm was warm, grounded and firm."Thank you all for coming, " S

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