Todos os capítulos de Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Theo POVThe concrete floor beneath my skates hummed with a low, vibrating roar.Bright white light flooded the end of the dark arena tunnel. Eighteen thousand voices filled the bowl above, their chants echoing down the narrow passage like a tidal wave.I adjusted my gloves, my thumb catching the grip tape on my composite stick. Down my jersey, the heavy white C stitched over my heart caught the glare of the floodlights.Gavin Vance stepped up beside me, slamming his padded glove against my shoulder guard with a heavy, solid thud. "Lead us out, Captain. Show them how the Titans play."I took a deep breath, shifted my weight over my left skate, and glided out through the open gate onto home ice.Across the red line, the visiting Royals lined up in their sharp dark blue jerseys. Standing at the head of their line was Dominic, my husband, his number 9 broad across his shoulders, his helmet tucked under his arm. His blue eyes locked onto mine across the ice, intense, fierce, and unyieldin

Theo POVSunlight came through the living room floor, covering the wood in warm, golden lines.The penthouse was still. Outside the glass windows, the city showed movement in soft, distant lines of cars, but inside, the air felt thick and still.I sat back into the cushions of the sofa, letting my head rest on the leather. The long days of paperwork, police stations, and courts felt far away. The cold fears that kept me awake were finally gone. My body felt heavy, my muscles relaxed for the first time in months.Liam was between my legs on the floor, his wooden blocks spread across the carpet. He had his soft grey pajamas on, his feet kicking the floor as he stacked two red blocks together."Look, Mama," Liam said, pointing with his finger at the tower. "Big house.""It is a big house," I said, leaning down to touch his head.I pulled a knitted wool blanket from the back of the sofa, putting it over my legs. The room smelled clean, filled with the smell of cedar, warm vanilla, and fre

Theo POVThe city lights stretched out like a sea of quiet amber below the penthouse windows.No news vans idled near the main entrance on Ninth Street. No satellite dishes pointed at our balcony. Down in federal holding, Richard Scott sat behind steel bars, and Lord Sterling’s private estate remained locked under federal evidence seals.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, resting my forehead against the cool surface.Dominic walked up behind me, his bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. He wrapped his broad arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest. His chin settled into the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin."Your mind is still at the rink," Dominic murmured, his hands resting over mine on his sweater."My mind is right here," I said, leaning back into his weight. "Just looking at a quiet street."Dominic turned his face, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against my pulse point. "The arena is locked for the night, Captain. No reporters. No boar

Dominic POVThe glass panel in front of my chair stayed wide open.Below the suite, eighteen thousand fans filled the arena bowl, their shouts echoing off the steel rafters. Cold air rolled off the ice surface, carrying the sharp scent of cut frost, rubber, and sweat up into the private balcony.I sat in the front row, wearing my dark navy Royals team jacket, my arms resting on the leather railing.Down on the ice, the Titans wore their light blue home jerseys. At the center of their top line stood Theo, my husband, his number 19 broad across his back and the white C stitched over his chest. He moved across the red line in two clean strides, his steel cutting deep into the surface.A sharp pulse buzzed against my collarbone.It was not physical pain. It was the phantom resonance of our mating bond, vibrating in time with Theo's heart rate. Every heavy breath he took, every fast turn on his left skate, hummed straight through my chest, even as my own Royals team fought to contain him.

Dominic POVThe post-game corridor under the arena smelled of ice, damp wool, and heavy exhaust.I walked fast down the concrete hallway, my skates clacking against the rubber floorboards. My dark navy Royals jersey felt hot against my skin, the number 9 on my back sticking to my sweater. Beside me, Julian held a tablet, reading off the medical updates from the Titans' wing."His blood test came back clean," Julian said, keeping pace with my stride. "Dr. Harris confirmed no heart issues, just physical exhaustion.""He was shaking on the ice, Julian," I said, my jaw tight.A sharp, hot spike hit my chest. It wasn't my own heart. The bond pulled tight, vibrating against my collarbone like a stretched cable. My pulse jumped to one-thirty in two seconds, my palms growing slick against my stick handle."Dominic?" Julian stopped, looking at my face. "Your eyes are shifting."I pressed my back against the concrete wall, taking a heavy breath. The air in my lungs tasted strange, too hot, thic