All Chapters of CROWN OF ICE: My Rival Captain Forgot Our Bond(MM ROMANCE): Chapter 91 - Chapter 93

Adrian POVThe glass doors of the Palais des Nations auditorium swung open with a heavy thud.I smoothed the lapels of my charcoal suit jacket and kept my eyes fixed on the massive seal of the International Sports Federation mounted over the main stage. Two hundred delegates from thirty different countries filled the tiered rows of leather seats.Noah stood beside me. His dark navy suit was unbuttoned over his soft six-month curve. He did not wear a collar. His unmasked sea-salt scent drifted into the cool air and blended with my dark cedar heat in a warm, steady tide that filled the hallway.“The Swiss news crews are live in the lobby,” Noah murmured. His hand adjusted his silver necktie.I reached down and laced my fingers firmly through his under the wide wooden podium rail. The metal of our matching platinum bands clicked together.“Let them film,” I said. My voice was low and steady. “We gave them the charter yesterday.”Jax Miller stepped up to the edge of the stage. His broad s

Leo POVA heavy cardboard box slammed onto the hardwood floor of the Manhattan high-rise master bedroom. Dust swirled in the bright afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I wiped sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand and looked down at the black marker label on the top flap: LEO’S HOCKEY GEAR / FRAGILE.Jax Miller walked through the doorway carrying two large duffel bags over his broad shoulders, his dark blue Titans hoodie stretched tight over his chest. He dropped the bags near the walk-in closet with a dull thud. His dark amber scent flared warm, heavy, and thick in the open air, completely blending with my crisp winter pine aura.“That’s the last box from the moving truck, Vance,” Jax said, wiping his neck with the collar of his shirt.I looked around the bedroom. Four years of hidden meetings, rented hotel rooms, and secret safehouse visits had led to this exact floorboard. My clothes sat in suitcases near his dresser. My framed Chicago Wolves