All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Elliot POVThe cool arena air hit my face as the glass doors opened to the tunnel.Eighteen thousand fans cheered, their voices creating a rumble that vibrated through the concrete beneath my leather shoes. Green and silver spotlights swept across the ice, reflecting off the dark presentation carpet laid down from the bench to center ice.I straightened my grey suit jacket, my fingers adjusting the silver tie at my collar. Beside me, Sebastian stood in a navy suit. He held Luke securely against his chest, the baby dressed in a tiny green sweater.I held Leo in my arms. My son’s blue eyes were wide open, looking around at the stadium lights without a single tear. In his fist, he still clutched the torn golden "C" patch from Sebastian’s old Kings jersey.Sebastian set his hand flat against my back, his palm warm and steady. "You ready for this, baby?""Never thought I'd see my number there without a helmet on, hubby," I said, a faint smile touching my lips."You earned every inch of tha

Sebastian POVThe smell of burned cedar and cooked steak moved across the stone patio, mixing with the salty air coming from the ocean far below.I was next to the stainless steel grill, turning four thick pieces of meat using a pair of long tools. Heat came from the grill, making my skin feel warm under the afternoon sun.Elliot’s father came close to the grill, putting two bottles of local beer on the stone counter. He wore a beige shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked at the meat, then looked out over the blue Pacific."You have a touch with the grill, Wolfe," Elliot’s father said, taking a drink from his bottle."My father showed me," I replied, flipping the piece of meat. "He believed in using cedar planks for every type of meat."Elliot’s father laughed. "Six years ago, I thought my son would live alone in hotel rooms. I thought the game would take him until there was nothing left."He turned his head, his eyes getting softer as he looked through the glass doors

Sebastian POVI looked at the tablet screen sitting on the wooden nightstand.The green banner shone softly against the wood, the words showing the change in Elliot's internal system. Three weeks. Our time on the island. The complete silence, the ocean breeze, and the deep, lasting mark I made on his neck.I glanced down at the man lying under me on the silk sheets.Elliot's hazel eyes were wide, his lips slightly open as he looked from the tablet back to my face. He did not look afraid. He did not look like a captain thinking about hiding a scan from a team doctor. His chest moved up and down slowly, his hand coming up to rest flat on my jaw."Sebastian," Elliot said softly, his thumb running along the edge of my cheekbone."I see it, baby," I whispered, my voice thick.I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his. The golden thread of our bond pulsed with a flowing warmth, filling my mind with his complete trust. No barriers. No lingering fear from years of running. Just the q

Elliot POVThe gold trophy felt heavy in my hand. Cold metal pressed against my palm, its polished surface catching the glare of the stage spotlights.I set the trophy down on the podium, my fingers resting on the smooth grain of the wood. Five hundred people sat in the ballroom, their faces fading into silhouettes behind the wall of white light. Owners who once voted to ban Omegas sat in the rows. Players who once threw hits at my head on the ice stood near the walls.I didn't open a folder. I didn't glance at the script.I adjusted the microphone, my thumbnail scraping the mesh."Six years ago," I spoke, my voice carrying clearly through the speakers, "I sat in a dark medical room in Chicago. I held a syringe in my hand, measuring a dose of suppressants that could have stopped my heart."A quiet hush fell over the room. No one shifted in their seats. No silverware clinked against glass plates."I didn't do it because I loved lying," I continued, looking ahead. "I did it because the

Elliot POVThe damp sand moved under my feet, the cold ocean water lapping at my ankles, but my skin felt electric where Sebastian's broad hand rested against my stomach.His palm remained flat over my sweater. He didn't move; he didn't blink. The roar of the waves hitting the cliff rocks seemed to drop to a whisper.Through the mark on my neck, his energy flared incredibly hot and bright, his scent wrapping around us so thick it blocked out the sea salt."Twins, Elliot?" Sebastian whispered, his voice rough. "You're sure?"I set my hand over his knuckles, my thumb moving over his wedding ring. "The private medical report came through right before lunch, hubby," I said, my voice steady against the wind. "Double embryos. Three weeks along. The estate doctor verified the scan himself."A long, shaky breath escaped his chest. The stoic captain who had navigated thirty-two hockey teams, federal auditors, and corrupt league executives looked completely undone under the setting sun."Four o