Todos os capítulos de Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Theo POV The thunder shook the clinic's foundation. Outside, the storm tore through mountain pine trees, throwing sheets of freezing rain against the blacked-out windows. Inside, a single, humming medical lamp lit the bed.Another wave of agony ripped through my abdomen. It felt like a hot blade twisting inside my pelvis, tearing through the thin, scarred lining of my uterus. I was in much pain. The white-hot torment anchored deep into my bones, breaking through my remaining defense.I bit down on the rolled towel in my mouth to block the scream. Sweat drenched my hair, gluing strands to my forehead. My body was shaking."Breathe, Theo. Don't fight the contraction," Dr. Harris said, adjusting the IV tube in my arm. "The serum worked. Your body held onto the pregnancy. The synthetic block is gone now. You have to let your body finish this." I had to get through this.We had found a way. After Julian left us in the mountains, Dr. Harris spent weeks running trials on the cell samples w

Theo POVThe morning air in the city tasted bad. It smelled like fuel and old ash. I missed the air of the mountains I left behind early in the morning. I drove through the streets for four hours. My eyes hurt from looking at flyers on telephone poles and rusty balconies of brick buildings. It felt weird to be back. Two years ago, I ran away from these streets. I was desperate to hide my pregnancy from big company networks. Now, I walked through crowds with a map in my hand. I needed a place to hide.I chose an area. It was far from the glass towers where rich company leaders lived. I had to stay hidden. A city bus stopped beside me. I pulled up my jacket collar. Checked the seal on my skin. The special scent-blockers had to work. The city's energy was pulling me in. It was loud. It vibrated through my boots. I wasn't a captain here anymore. I was another face in the crowd.By noon, I found a drafty apartment above an old bakery. The walls were yellow. The floor was warped near the ra

Theo POVThe steam from the showers was still clearing. I sat on the bench, pulling a fresh gray shirt over my head. My first official practice with the Titans was done. My thighs burned from the drills, and my raw heels throbbed inside my sneakers, but I felt a sense of relief finally settling into my chest. The ice had felt good. The Titans were my home. We had been rivals with the Royals long before Dominic ever wore their green jersey. I thought the walls of this rink were enough to keep the past out.The heavy double doors of the locker room slammed open. The wood hit the wall with a loud bang that echoed off the metal lockers. I jumped up, my hand instantly going to the bench for balance.Dominic stood in the doorway. He was still half-dressed in his green and white Royals practice gear. Mud stains covered his knees, and dried grass clung to his socks. His chest heaved under his damp jersey. He was panting, his head lowered like an animal that had just run a marathon. His eyes w

Theo POVThe locker room smelled bad. It was like a mix of sweat, wet gear, and that stinging medical stuff. My teammates were cheering because we won the game before the season starts. I just sat on the bench, staring at the floor. My chest hurt from where Dominic slammed me into the boards. It hurt to breathe.I took out my phone to check the time. There was a message from a number I did not know. It was not a text message. It was a picture. I touched the screen. My breath stopped. It was a picture of my medical records. It said OMEGA on top. It had the fake signature I used to play hockey as an Alpha.The message said: Grand Imperial Hotel. Suite 904. One hour, or the people in charge of hockey and the sports network get the files.My phone felt heavy in my hand. My heart was beating fast. The special blockers on my skin were gone from playing hockey. My real scent was coming out. I was scared. It made my scent sharp and bad.I put on a hoodie and pulled the hood over my face. I le

Dominic POVThe silver tip of my pen scraped against the paper. I watched as Theo signed the document, his jaw clenched tight. His knuckles were white with the force of his grip. He did not look up at me. He kept his eyes locked on the page until he finished writing his name.He dropped my pen. It rolled across the desk and struck a glass coaster with a sharp click."There," Theo said, his voice rough. He pushed the leather folder away from him. "It is done. Now make the files go away."I picked up the document, checking the signature line. Theo Vance. The ink was still wet. A dark feeling of satisfaction flared in my chest. It was a triumph. For two years, Theo had been a mystery to me, a name I could not forget. Now, his name was next to mine on a document that carried a lot of weight."My team is already working," I said, sliding the pages into a briefcase. "The digital copies will show a profile before the morning. The physical originals stay in my safe."Theo stood up from the be