Todos os capítulos de Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Dominic’s POVThe map on my dashboard shone blue against the dark leather inside the truck. A red pin stayed steady on the screen. It was right in the middle of a town outside the city, far from the arena where we played. My hands gripped the wheel tight. The leather creaked under my palms.I wasn't thinking about the hour. I wasn't thinking about team practice tomorrow morning. All I could think about was how Theo looked when he stepped out of that bathroom. He looked small. He looked broken. The smell of his fear was stuck in my mind. My inner alpha refused to let it go.Someone was holding a gun to my husband's head. Someone named Liam.I put the truck in gear. Hit the gas pedal. The engine rumbled low as I left the garage, leaving the safety of the penthouse behind. The city streets were mostly empty at two in the morning. The orange glow of highway lights flashed across my face, matching my heartbeat.My mind was racing faster than the tires on the asphalt. I kept thinking about

Theo POVThe pain did not go away. It dug deeper into my stomach, a knot that tightened until I could not breathe. I pressed my forehead against Dominic's chest, my fingers digging into his shirt."Theo?" Dominic moved on the rug, his hands on my face. His thumbs brushed my cheeks. "Look at me. What's wrong?"I could not speak. A wave of heat washed over me, starting from my chest and rushing to my fingertips. My ears rang. The living room, grey from early morning, felt like an oven."The kitchen," I whispered, my voice audible against his collarbone. "The counter. The red bottle."Dominic did not wait. He was up, his boots thudding on the floor as he moved to the marble island. I rolled onto my side, pulling my knees up to fight the pressure in my stomach. The carpet scratched my cheek. I barely felt it over the fire burning under my skin."There's nothing, Theo," Dominic called out. His voice was tight, drawers slamming shut. "Just scent blockers. Where's the suppressant?""The bott

Dominic's POVThe elevator doors opened with a click. I stepped out into the lobby, my boots making a sound on the marble floor. Agent Vance followed me, his briefcase swinging by his side. My jaw was clenched tight. Every nerve in my chest felt tight with pressure. I had to keep my alpha wall up. If he saw a small crack, he would turn around and walk back up to the penthouse."The private medical office is this way," I said.I led him past the desk. The concierge started to stand up. I looked at him and shook my head. He sat back down. I unlocked the side door with my master key card. Pushed it open. The room was small, cold and smelled like bleach.Vance put his briefcase on the steel table. He opened it. "Sit, Mr. Vale. Let's make this fast."I sat in the chair, rolling up my sleeve. My skin was hot. The scent of vanilla still clung to my clothes. The bleach in the room helped mask it. Vance pulled out a needle and a tube. He did not look at me. He grabbed my forearm, wiped it with

Theo's POVThe bedroom was filled with the smell of coffee and vanilla. It was really calm and quiet. The hot weather was finally over, and the room was cool because the dark windows kept the sun out. I was lying with my back against Dominic's chest, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I was awake, I could not sleep, and I was playing with the edge of the blanket with my fingers.It was quiet between us, and it did not feel bad anymore. The coldness was gone; we were two people in a room wrapped in blankets, breathing the same air. It was too early to say it was love, but something had changed. The paper on the kitchen counter felt like it was from a time ago."Your skin is cold," Dominic said, his voice rough because he had not talked for days."My fever is gone," I said, pulling the blanket up to my shoulders."Good. You scared me, Theo," he said, putting his face on the back of my neck and smelling my skin.I did not say anything. I turned around in his arms and faced him. His

Theo POVThe lights from the media day were blinding me. Camera flashes kept popping, casting a white glare across the main arena floor. Every time I stepped off the line, microphones were shoved in my face. The noise was deafening. Reporters shouting questions, hockey skates scraping on the ice, and the thud of pucks hitting the boards.I felt like I was walking a tightrope over a burning pit. My neck patch was burning under my collar. It was a reminder of the purple mark hidden beneath it.I had to play my part. I had to look like I hated Dominic Vale, the captain who had just checked me into the boards during morning skate. My teammates surrounded me, laughing and talking about the playoff brackets. They had no idea what was really going on. They could never find out about the marriage contract or the seventy-two hours Dominic and I spent locked inside the penthouse. Dominic knew I was an Omega now. He had seen through my records, protected me from Vance, and claimed me during my