Todos los capítulos de Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

AdrianI summoned Damon Silver three hours before the final.Not to the arena.Not to the tournament council chamber where coaches, officials, and pack representatives discussed schedules and match rules.I ordered him brought to my private office inside the eastern administrative wing.Four Mooncrest guards escorted him.Two remained outside the door. The other two took positions near the walls after Damon entered.He wore Silver Moon’s formal team jacket with the captain’s crest still attached to his chest. His face looked more exhausted than it had during the semifinal. The faint mark Elliot left across his cheek had almost disappeared, but I still saw it.I hoped he remembered why it was there every time he looked in a mirror.Damon stopped several feet from my desk.“Alpha Adrian.”I did not invite him to sit.He looked toward the tournament documents arranged across the table.“I understand there are additional conditions for attending the final.”“This conversation has nothing

ElliotThe celebration began before the Cup had even been lifted.Mooncrest’s players surrounded me at the center of the rink, shouting over one another while the arena continued chanting my name. Someone placed a silver scarf around my shoulders. Another player tried to lift me again until Miriam appeared with such a fierce expression that he immediately stepped back.“I was only celebrating,” he protested.“You can celebrate without throwing a pregnant Omega into the air.”The arena around us seemed to pause.My heart stopped.Miriam’s eyes widened.The player covered his mouth.Coach Harrison closed his eyes as though asking the Moon Goddess for patience.For one terrible second, I thought everyone had heard.Then the crowd roared again as Rowan lifted the Cup, and the sound swallowed her words.Miriam leaned toward the player.“You will forget what I said.”“Yes, ma’am.”“You heard nothing.”“Nothing.”“You were born without ears.”He nodded quickly.“I have never heard anything i

DamonThe photograph reached every major pack before I returned to Silver Moon’s guest quarters.By the time the guards escorted me from the arena, my name was already attached to Elliot’s pregnancy.Silver Moon Captain Suspected to Be Father of Mooncrest Heir’s Child.Rejected Mate Scandal Behind Inter-Pack Cup Victory.Future Alpha’s Secret Omega and Unborn Heir.Every headline made my wolf surge.Not because they suspected the truth.Because strangers were turning Elliot and the child into entertainment.The photograph followed every report.Elliot stood beside me outside Silver Moon’s old training arena, wearing one of the loose sweaters he used to hide inside. His eyes were fixed on me with open affection.My hand rested against his lower back.I barely remembered the moment.That made the image worse.Elliot had probably remembered every second.I had once touched him casually, without understanding how much that small contact meant to him. Now reporters used it as evidence that

ElliotDad brought Damon’s request to my room after dinner.He did not open it.That mattered.The sealed envelope rested inside a larger Mooncrest council folder, with Silver Moon’s crest pressed into dark wax across the back. Damon’s name appeared beneath it in formal handwriting.Dad placed the folder on the table beside my bed.“You do not have to read it.”I looked from the envelope to him.“What does he want?”“I know only the official summary.”Dad’s mouth tightened.“He requested legal discussion regarding the child.”My hand moved protectively over my stomach.The baby had been calm all evening. After the final, Miriam had ordered me to stay in my suite, eat properly, and avoid every news report mentioning my pregnancy.Sophia had immediately collected my phone.Lucas had tried to argue that watching only positive reports should be acceptable.Miriam threatened to remove him from the room.The quiet should have helped.Instead, my thoughts kept returning to the public questio

ElliotReturning to the arena felt different after the Cup.There were no thousands of supporters filling the stands. No reporters waiting near the rink. No tournament banners hanging from every wall.Only the familiar sound of skates cutting across ice and younger players arguing over who had completed the drill correctly.Miriam had approved light coaching duties.Light, according to her, meant two hours in the morning, no standing for long periods, no entering the ice, no carrying equipment, and no pretending exhaustion was normal.Coach Harrison had added another rule.I was not allowed to create an entire season strategy during my first week back.I had already broken that one.I sat behind the bench with my notebook resting across my lap while Mooncrest’s youngest development players ran a passing drill.Most of them were between sixteen and nineteen, still learning how to control speed without losing formation. They had watched the Cup from the stands and now treated every inst