All Chapters of CROWN OF ICE: My Rival Captain Forgot Our Bond(MM ROMANCE): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adrian POVHeavy snow fell straight down onto the open-air ice sheet at Fenway Park.Thirty thousand screaming fans packed the stadium bowls, their breaths blooming into white clouds under the massive stadium floodlights. The air smelled of cold winter wind, roasted peanuts, and damp wool.I stood at the center ice circle for the opening faceoff, wearing my dark blue New York Titans jersey.Across the red line, Noah Bennett lined up for the Chicago Wolves. His black helmet sat low over his dark eyes, his synthetic neck collar tucked tight under his jersey. Beneath his left glove, I knew my heavy championship ring sat taped flat against his skin.Jax Miller skated to my right as Vice-Captain of New York, his broad shoulders squared, his jaw set into a hard line. Leo Vance took his position on Chicago’s blue line, his dark eyes flicking toward Jax for a split second before locking onto the referee.Head Ref Mark Vance stood between us, holding the black rubber puck in his gloved palm.L

Noah POVThe final horn echoed across Fenway Park.Three-two. The Chicago Wolves took Game 1.I did not celebrate on the ice. I did not join the team pile near the net. The second the red light flashed, I turned on my skates and charged straight off the ice toward the dark player tunnel.Reporters shoved microphones toward my face as I cleared the rink doors, their camera lights flashing against my wet visor.“Captain Bennett! One word on Cross jumping the glass!”I shoved past them, my heavy skates clattering over the rubber mats. Leo stayed right at my back, his stick held horizontally to block a crew of press photographers trying to follow us down the concrete corridor.“He’s in the private referee lounge near the back loading bay!” Leo called out over the roar of the arena crowd.Jax joined us from the New York bench, his dark blue jersey soaked in sweat, his eyes fixed on the end of the hall. “Carter has two federal bodyguards at the door, but the arena security is trying to hand

Adrian POVThe morning ice at the Boston arena sat quiet and cold under the dim arena lights.The air smelled of fresh ice shavings, rubber mats, and damp gear. I stood by the New York Titans bench, my dark blue jersey pulled over my shoulder pads. My back throbbed beneath the white bandages, but the pain took a back seat to the heavy silence hanging over the rink.Only ten players skated on the ice for morning practice.Jax Miller skated up to the boards, his stick resting across his knees. He pulled off his gloves, his dark eyes scanning the empty wooden stalls along the bench.“Where are Collins and Harrison?” Jax asked, his voice low and tight. “They were on the team bus from the hotel.”I turned my head toward the tunnel. Anton Collins was our starting defensive blue-liner. David Harrison was our second-line winger. Both of them had stood beside me last week when Blackwood’s reps tried to hand out cash envelopes to fix the playoff series. Both of them had thrown the money back in

Noah POVRain slammed hard against the high glass windows of the Boston arena medical wing.The hallway smelled of cold rubbing alcohol, floor wax, and sharp ozone from the heavy fluorescent lights. Two armed federal tactical agents wearing dark blue FBI vests stood posted by the double doors, holding submachine guns across their chests. Their boots left wet tracks on the polished tile from the storm outside.I stood beside Adrian near the central nurses’ station, wearing my black Chicago Wolves jacket.My left hand sat locked in Adrian’s right grip, our fingers laced together so tight my knuckles felt numb. The silver championship ring under his thumb pressed firmly into my palm, sending a constant wave of grounded heat up my arm to soothe my rising Omega pulse. His cedar scent wrapped around me, thick and steady, holding the edge of my nerves in place while the federal team prepared to move.Across the corridor, Jax Miller stood like a stone wall, his broad shoulder pinned against t

Adrian POVMy dark amber vision narrowed to a single point. Everything else in the garage disappeared. There was only Noah and the men who had put their hands on him.I saw two masked men dragging Noah’s limp legs over the metal floorboards of that black van. I saw his dark eyes hazy with pain, his body trembling from the electrical current still humming through his veins.A roaring tide of primal, territorial rage tore through my chest. My dark cedar scent hit the subterranean air like a physical shockwave, dense, choking, and lethal.I closed the ten-foot gap in two massive strides.The lead enforcer turned his head, raising his shock baton to block me.I did not dodge. I swung the two-foot steel lug wrench with full force, slamming the heavy iron bar straight into the baton. Metal shattered. Electric sparks exploded across the concrete as the shock rod snapped in two.Before the man could draw a breath, I swung my left fist, driving my knuckles straight into his jaw.His head snapp