All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elliot POV A soft beam of orange morning light cut through the gap in the heavy velvet curtains, warming the edge of the mattress. I woke slowly, my eyelids heavy as the thick fog of sleep drifted away. The first thing that hit my brain was a massive, overwhelming sense of fullness. It wasn’t just a mental feeling; it was a physical weight settled deep inside my chest, a golden thread that vibrated with every beat of my heart, connecting my pulse directly to the heavy body lying behind me.The scent in the master bedroom was entirely different now. The separate smells of white clover and cedarwood had vanished. In their place was a single, fused aroma, a rich, sweet blend of iced cedar and warm citrus that coated the walls, the sheets, and my skin. The scent-lock was real. The bond was alive in my blood.I tried to shift my legs, but a sharp, sudden ache flared deep within my pelvis, making me let out a soft gasp. My entire body felt sore: stiff thighs, a heavy, pulsing tightness in

Sebastian POV The buzzer at the front door cut through the quiet kitchen. I set the coffee pot down, my muscles stiffening. My hand instinctively went to the heavy marble counter, my body shifting into a defensive stance before I even realized I was doing it. The fresh bond in my blood was still raw, making my inner Alpha react to every unexpected sound in the penthouse. The scent of iced cedar and warm citrus flared around me, a thick wall of territorial protection."I will get it," I told Elliot.Elliot sat at the kitchen island, wrapped in my oversized black T-shirt and gray fleece pajama pants. He looked small against the high leather stool. His face was pale, fingers gripping a warm mug of tea as he fought the deep soreness in his muscles. He didn’t argue. He just nodded, blue eyes tracking my movement as I walked down the short hallway. I pulled the heavy wood door open. Marsh stood in the corridor, a massive grin on his face. He was my top defensive partner on the Kings,

Elliot POV The black receiver rattled as Sebastian slammed it back onto the cradle. The sound was loud in the dark office, a sharp snap that cut through the thick smell of iced cedarwood. "He is offering a truce," Sebastian said. He did not look at me. He kept his hazel eyes fixed on the window, large hands clenched into fists against his thighs. "A forced truce." I leaned against the edge of the mahogany desk, fingers digging into the wood to keep my balance. The deep soreness in my pelvis still lingered, a heavy weight that reminded me of our night together. "What are the terms?" "I leave within the hour," Sebastian growled. He turned around, chest heaving under his gray shirt. "The commissioner is freezing your suspension notice. You can stay here in the penthouse, no league doctors, no compliance teams, no biological screenings. But the Kings are scheduled for a three-game road trip out west. If I don’t board the team plane, the league declares a total forfeit for the franc

Elliot POV The line from Chicago did not stay silent. Sebastian’s voice shifted from a dark, rich rumble to a sharp, feral roar that rattled the small speaker of my phone. "Elliot! What was that sound? Elliot!" I didn’t answer. I rolled off the bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor with a soft thud. The fever from the heat cycle made my knees buckle; a thick wave of dizziness hit my skull as I reached out to the nightstand for balance. The white clover scent was too heavy, dripping off my skin and filling the dark bedroom with a biological beacon. I was naked from the waist down, my bare legs shivering from a sudden draft of night air coming from the hallway. Another sharp crunch of glass echoed from the main living space. I dropped the phone onto the mattress, ignoring Sebastian’s frantic shouts. I needed a weapon. My fingers scrambled along the edge of the dresser, brushing past watch boxes and cologne bottles until they wrapped around a solid, heavy block of crystal.

Elliot POV The electronic lock on the front door hummed, a heavy steel bolt sliding into the frame. The sound was a distant snap. Nothing mattered but the thick, pulsing anchor inside my body. Sebastian’s knot swelled deep within my pelvis, a hot wooden block plugging my core. The pressure was immense. It locked our hips together, skin to skin, sealing the leak of my natural slick. Every rough breath he took caused his thick length to expand, stretching the walls of my canal until my toes curled toward the floor. I hung from his chest, arms dead weights over his broad shoulders. My bare thighs shook where they gripped his waist. "Sebastian," I gasped. The name was a wet scratch in my throat. "I have you," he growled. His voice vibrated straight through my collarbone. He moved. He did not unlock his arms from under my legs. He took two steps back from the door, boots dragging against the rug, carrying my entire frame with him. The movement shifted the knot inside me; a sharp