Todos os capítulos de Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Theo POVThe corridor was like an oven. It smelled bad because of the spray the compliance team used near the entry gates. This smell hid the scent of Theo's vanilla trail.Theo did not look at the batons. He stood flat against the metal shelves. His chest was moving up and down under his tracksuit. His fingers were curled into fists inside his pockets. The four guards stood in front of him. They wore blue uniforms and blocked every way to the player tunnel.The lead guard said, "We are not going to ask you, Maren. Step away from the equipment racks."A low voice came from behind the utility curtain. It was the voice of an Alpha who did not care about rules anymore.Dominic Vale stepped into the corridor. He was not wearing his sweat jacket. He wore his Western Conference All-Star jersey. The bold blue "C" on his chest looked sharp under the light. His broad shoulders were high and tight. His dark hair was damp from the rain outside. His hazel eyes looked black because his pupils were

Dominic POVThe screen on the wall flickered twice. My father-in-law's face appeared. Scott Maren was standing under the lobby awning, getting soaked by the storm outside. Two men with court papers were standing next to him.He had no idea who he was dealing with. He thought some local court order could just walk into a place in the middle of the city.I walked over to the console and tapped the screen."You have thirty seconds to get off our property before the barriers come up."Scott sneered at me. "I have a court order from the Northern Family Court, Vale. My son's kid is in that penthouse. You can't keep me from my family.""I own the property you're standing on," I said. "I have a lot of influence over that court."I hit the button to cut the camera. The security glass at the entrance frosted over so they could not see inside.Behind me, Theo was standing near the kitchen, his hands on the counter. He looked pale. The patch on his neck was peeling off. I could smell vanilla."He

Dominic POVThe light from the tablet went away. The living room was dark and gray.I sat on the sofa with Theo. His body was stiff. He had his hand over his mouth, his knuckles white in the dim room. Beside him, Liam slept softly, his small fingers holding onto my jacket."Turn it off," Theo said quietly.I reached out and turned the tablet over. The room fell quiet again, heavy and uncomfortable. Rain hit the glass windows, blurring the yellow and blue city lights outside.Down in the lobby, reporters were setting up microphones. Up here, Liam was sleeping against my chest, his warm cheek resting over my heart."They are going to show the charts on TV," Theo said, staring at the glass wall instead of looking at me. "They will show everything that is wrong with me. They will show it all.""Let them show it," I said.Theo turned to me quickly. "Dominic—""I own the TV rights," I said. "My lawyers put a stop on those files without my approval. If they try to broadcast them, I will cut

Dominic POVThe Commissioner was on the screen standing behind a podium. Camera flashes were going off around him, reflecting off his sharp grey suit."Starting now," the Commissioner said, reading from a parchment scroll, "the league rules have been changed. The restrictions on players like Captain Theo Maren are gone. He can play tonight not as a case, but as the first Omega athlete in the league."The room was quiet for a moment.Theo stood up beside me on the rug. His teacup rattled as he set it down on the glass table. His hands were shaking. His blue eyes were wide and clear."He signed it," Theo whispered. "He really signed the change.""My mother got three people on the board to agree before sunrise," I said, standing up beside him with Liam in my left arm. "The league had to choose. They could agree to the changes or face a big problem with the law."Theo reached out. Touched the gold band on my ring finger. "This changes everything for our team.""It changes everything for t

Theo POVThe noise from the street was really loud. It was coming from twenty floors below our penthouse apartment. I could see cameras flashing behind the security gates at the entrance. Reporters were standing under umbrellas, shouting questions into microphones every time a dark SUV pulled into the driveway.I was standing near the kitchen island, watching the sports network on the wall display. They had been running the headline for three straight hours: VALE VS. MAREN: THE ALL-STAR SHOWDOWN. My hands were resting on the granite counter. My shoulders were tight. My back was stiff. I was feeling a lot of pressure inside my chest.The video feed showed clips of Dominic and me playing hockey. We were shoving each other against the glass boards, fighting over pucks, and trading hard words. The media wanted a fight. They wanted us to tear each other apart on television.Dominic walked out of the hallway, holding a toolbox in his right hand. He was wearing a black shirt and dark sweatpa