All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elliot POVThe rain hit the big glass windows of the penthouse in a beat. Outside, the city was hidden behind a grey fog, but inside, the air was warm and smelled like cedar.I leaned on the kitchen island, watching Sebastian. He did not wear a suit, go to meetings. He just wore some grey pants that were low on his hips, and his broad shoulders were bare."You are really skipping practice," I said with a smile as I watched him chop rosemary. He used the knife with the ease he used in the office. "Kofi is going to be mad when the captain does not show up."Sebastian did not look up. He put some garlic in the pan, and it made a loud sound that filled the kitchen with a great smell. "Let him. I told the coaches I had something to do. This is important.""Is cooking pasta important?" I stepped closer, feeling the floor under my feet."Feeding you is always important," Sebastian said. He picked up a spoon, stirred the sauce, then he turned to me, said, "Taste baby."My chest felt warm when

Sebastian POVThe rain was hitting the glass of the league management headquarters in New York. It sounded like gravel hitting a tin roof. The morning was bleak and grey. The sky was low; it seemed to be choking the skyscrapers.Inside the boardroom of the League Compliance Division, it was even colder. I stood at the head of the mahogany conference table, my shadow stretching across the wood. It was blocking the light from the window. I did not take off my overcoat; I did not sit down.Commissioner Devereux was sitting at the end. He looked small behind his desk. He was surrounded by stacks of folders and three of his top compliance officers. He was a man who lived by rules and bylaws; he believed the paperwork made him powerful. He was wrong."You cannot simply halt a biological audit, Sebastian," Devereux said. His voice was flat. He was tapping a fountain pen against his palm. "The integrity of the league relies on compliance. If your captain is a Beta but possesses Omega markers,

Elliot POV The weight of Sebastian's words hung in the freezing air between us. It was sharper than the sub-zero wind cutting through the stadium.If we lose this game, Devereux wins the narrative.I looked at the linesman's hand. I blocked out the eighty thousand screaming fans. I also blocked out the flashing cameras and my husband standing at the glass. Sebastian was right. The franchise was secure under his asset firm; however, the public perception was balancing on a razor's edge. The internet was already alive with rumors and blind items about a "biological cover-up" on the Redmoor roster. If we lost tonight, the league would use the defeat to validate my removal. They would spin it as a team compromised by distraction.If we won, we controlled the ice. As long as we controlled the ice, they couldn't force me off it without a riot.Allen dropped lower into his stance. His heavy frame shifted as he tried to crowd my space over the dot. He didn't know the truth yet. Nobody on the

Sebastian POV The concrete corridor under the stadium made a metallic sound as the security gates rattled. Eighty thousand voices still rumbled through the ceiling. Down here, it sounded different. It sounded like a trap closing. Reporters filled the space between the locker room and the exit. Camera lenses caught the light of the overhead strips. Microphones were pushed forward over the steel barriers like weapons. "Stay close," I told Elliot. My hand was flat against his back. Through his Redmoor Wolves jersey, his muscles were tight. He didn't answer. His skates clicked hard on the rubber matting, his breath coming in uneven puffs of white mist. I could smell the sweat and sharp panic coming off him. "Mr. Wolfe! Is the blood test real?" "Sebastian! Are you fighting the International Hockey Federation injunction?" "Did the team know they were skating an Omega captain?" The voices blended into one aggressive drone. The camera flashes hurt our eyes with a blinding rhythm. I st

Elliot POVThe legal document sat on the glass coffee table, its pages catching the glow from the Manhattan skyline. The word Ban seemed to grow larger the longer I stared at it.I leaned my elbows on my knees, my fingers twisting into the wool of my sweater. The heat from the bathroom shower had already faded from my skin, leaving behind a hollow weight. Down the hall, I could hear Sebastian's voice. He was still giving orders to Aris. His tone was flat and sharp."Transfer the funds through Zurich," Sebastian said from the room. "I want the signatures before the pre-market opens."I stood up. My bare feet sank into the silk rug. I walked to the window. Fifty stories below, the headlights of the city traffic moved in slow, golden lines. They looked small. From here, the entire world felt distant. I knew my face was on every single screen down there.Sebastian walked into the living room. His phone was already dark in his hand. He had discarded his tie. His white shirt sleeves were fo