All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elliot POV The scent of rubbing alcohol was the first thing that hit my senses.I opened my eyes, my vision blurred by a thick, heavy film. The blinding overhead lights of the arena were gone. Instead, the soft, recessed lighting of Sebastian’s master bedroom glowed overhead, casting long shadows across the dark wood ceiling. The sheets beneath my back were smooth silk, a cool contrast to the burning heat still radiating from my skin.I tried to lift my right arm, but a sharp tug near my inner elbow made me freeze.A clear plastic tube ran from a silver pole next to the mattress, the needle taped flat against my vein. Cold fluid dripped into my bloodstream, sending a sudden shiver through my shoulders. The heavy hockey pads and the green Wolves jersey were gone. Someone had stripped me down to a soft gray cotton T-shirt and loose shorts while I was under."Don't pull at the line," a quiet voice said from the foot of the bed.I shifted my head on the pillow, my throat feeling like it

Sebastiain POVThe digital clock on the microwave dashboard read 3:00 AM; its green light cast long, sharp shadows across the dark marble floor of the kitchen.I couldn't sleep. The entire penthouse was saturated with a thick, suffocating cloud of sweet citrus and white clover. The air conditioning units hummed at maximum power, but they did nothing to clear the aroma. It crept under my bedroom door, wrapping around my senses until my inner Alpha was clawing at the walls of my chest. My jaw ached, a fierce, throbbing pulse pounding against my gums where my fangs wanted to break through completely.I walked down the dark corridor, my bare feet making zero sound against the wood. I expected to find the master bedroom locked, but a soft yellow glow spilled out of the open kitchen doorway.I stopped dead in my tracks.Elliot stood by the central marble island, his back turned to me as he watched a small pot of milk heat on the stove. He wasn't wearing his shorts anymore. He wore nothing b

Sebastian POV The cold night air hit my face the moment we pushed through the heavy glass doors of Bistro Lumière.Elliot leaned into my side, his shoulder brushing my arm as we moved across the concrete pavement toward the private lane where my SUV sat idling. His skin burned through the black silk of his shirt. The scent of white clover and citrus was thick around us, a heavy trail leaking into the humid street air. The public kiss inside the booth had quieted his panic, but his steps were still slow, his boots dragging slightly on the stone."Stay close," I muttered, my hand sliding down to grip his elbow to keep his balance steady.Across the street, a dozen lenses flashed in the dark, the paparazzi snapping photos of our exit for the morning sports columns. I ignored them, my focus locked on the car twenty feet away. I pressed the remote key fob; the locks clicked open with a sharp chirp.I opened the passenger door, helping Elliot slide onto the leather seat. He dropped his hea

Elliot POV The words hung in the air like smoke from an explosion.I sat frozen on the leather couch, the cool material doing nothing to soothe the wildfire spreading beneath my skin. My mind raced through every exit strategy I had ever planned during my six years in the league—fake passports, private medical clinics in Europe, deep-woods cabins in the north where the registry had no eyes.Every single one was a dead end.If I ran, my career ended tonight. The Kings would strip my captaincy before sunrise. The league would issue a lifetime ban for compliance evasion, erasing every goal, every trophy, and every drop of blood I had spilled on the ice since I was sixteen. I would spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, a nameless ghost hiding from government trackers.My identity was tied to that sheet of ice. Take away the sport, and I was just a broken shell, a medical statistic inside a government file.Across the room, Sebastian stood like a statue.He didn’t move toward

Elliot POVThe touch of Sebastian’s fangs against my neck sent a violent jolt through my entire body. I didn’t pull away. I gripped the silk sheets with my taped hands, fingers digging into the fabric until the threads groaned. The room was hot, heavy, and filled with our scent, the sweet, sticky smell of my pre-heat mixing with the dark, thick cedarwood of his Alpha pheromones. My mind was completely gone, the logical captain who ran the Wolves team replaced by an empty, pulsing need that only the man above me could fill."Do it," I gasped, my voice a broken rasp against his ear. "Sebastian, please."He didn’t make me wait any longer. His massive weight pressed me flat into the mattress, his broad chest crushing my lungs until every breath was a shared effort. He shifted his hips, his large hand reaching down between our bodies to guide himself against my wet, burning core.The first slick slide of entry made my eyes snap wide. He pushed inside me with a slow, heavy force that felt ab