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Dominic POVThe heavy oak door of the lake house suite clicked shut, locking the cool night air outside.Silence settled over us, thick and heavy. I carried Theo in my arms, my broad hands supporting his thighs while his arms wrapped around my neck. The faint scent of lake water and evening breeze faded, replaced entirely by the sweet, intoxicating surge of his Omega pheromones- vanilla, rain, and warm honey that filled every corner of the room.My blood roared in my ears. Down my spine, an intense, biological heat flared, a sudden, unyielding Alpha Rut triggered by the emotional high of our vows and the physical reality of his mark against my jaw. The bond between us pulsed hard and bright, answering the spike in my blood with equal force.Theo pulled back slightly, his blue eyes dark in the dim moonlight filtering through the terrace glass. He felt the sudden spike in my pulse, the heavy, possessive aura rolling off my skin in thick waves.“Dominic,” Theo whispered, his fingers tig

Theo POVThe contraction hit at three in the morning.I gasped, my fingers digging straight into the soft mattress. Beside me, Dominic was awake before I could even draw a second breath. His broad hand cupped my hip, his cedar-and-rain scent flaring strong, hot, and instantly grounding in the dark master bedroom."Theo?" he rasped, his voice thick with sleep but alert."It's time, hubby," I breathed, waiting for the cramp to ease. "Call Harris."He didn't waste a second. He swung his legs out of bed, grabbed his phone, and pulled a soft pair of sweatpants over my legs. Within twenty minutes, the estate driver had us at the private wing of St. Jude’s—no media vans. No reporters. Just a secured basement bay and Dr. Harris waiting by the private elevator.The labor suite was warm, lit only by soft floor lamps.By six in the morning, the contractions were coming every three minutes. I leaned against the side of the raised bed, my forehead resting on my forearm while another wave ripped thr

Theo POVThe double doors of the boardroom opened, and fifty executives in dark suits turned to look at the entrance.Six months ago, walking through these halls meant dodging medical monitors, hiding my wrist patches, and scrubbing my skin in basement bathrooms. Today, my boots clicked firmly against the marble floor.I wore a tailored navy suit. On my lapel, a small pin showed the crossed sticks of the Titans and Royals.Dominic walked right beside me, holding six-month-old Sophia securely in a carrier against his broad chest. His hand rested flat on my lower back, his dark cedar scent wrapping around me like an anchor.Behind us, Julian carried three thick leather binders.Commissioner Vance stood at the head of the polished mahogany table, a genuine smile touching his lips as he gestured toward the main chair."Welcome, Director Maren," Vance said, his voice echoing clearly through the room.I pulled out the high-backed chair at the head of the committee table. "Let's get to work,

Theo POVThe golden spotlights of the International Sports Hall of Fame Auditorium burned bright overhead.I stood at the polished wooden lectern in a dark charcoal suit, the crisp white collar of my dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck. The heavy gold induction medal sat warm against my chest, hanging from a thick navy ribbon.A crowd of two thousand people filled the grand hall—league executives, sports journalists, active players, and fans from all thirty-two franchises.In the front row, Dominic sat in a tailored dark navy suit. Beside him sat twelve-year-old Liam, wearing a suit and tie, and ten-year-old Sophia , dressed in a soft blue velvet gown. Sitting next to them were Eleanor Vale, Cony, my biological mother Sarah, and Chloe with Anthony. Chloe had five-year-old Lily, her daughter, resting happily on her lap.The room fell completely silent as I stepped up to the microphone."Fifteen years ago, when I drafted into this league, I was told that who I was at my core was a liabili