Todos os capítulos de Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Dominic POVThe private elevator went up fast to the penthouse floor.I was standing inside the elevator, watching the numbers light up one by one on the display. The red leather case that my mother had given me was in my hand. It had the signed stock transfer. This meant that fifty-one percent of the foundation block belonged to me now.The doors opened into the living room.Theo was standing near the window with a coffee mug in his hand. His hair was messy. His feet were bare on the soft rug. When he heard the elevator, he turned around. Looked at me with his blue eyes.I walked across the room. Put the red case on the kitchen counter. Then I pulled Theo into my arms.Theo took a breath and leaned his head against my chest. He smelled like vanilla. It was warm and sweet. It mixed with the smell of cedar and coffee that came from me."Is it over?" Theo asked softly. He was holding my shirt."The team is ours now." I kissed the top of his head. "My father cannot fire you. He cannot to

Dominic POVThe digital floor map glowed blue on the kitchen display. Red lines tracked the airflow from the ceiling vents through the living space and out toward the building's central exhaust shaft.I stood in front of the console with a heavy metal housing unit resting on the marble counter. Outside the glass walls, rain lashed against the penthouse windows. Inside, the air was entirely still.Theo was in the nursery, dressing Liam in his blue fleece sweater. Through the closed door, the distinct scent of our son, sweet vanilla mixed with the unmistakable, rising undertones of a dominant Alpha, drifted into the hallway.Liam was two, but his scent was already strong enough to trigger routine sensors in the building's environmental audit system.If the city building inspector ran an air-purity test through the main shaft during this afternoon's audit, those Alpha signatures would log onto a public server. Scott Maren and the league board were watching every ledger in the city, waiti

Dominic POVThe ice bath made noise as I lowered myself into the stainless steel tub.The water was forty degrees, cold against my sore legs and hurt ribs. My shoulders hurt from sixty minutes of trading checks with Theo on national television, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the quiet, burning energy still moving under my skin.The locker room inside Capital Arena was quiet now. The reporters had left. The sports networks were showing clips of my corner hit on Theo, calling it the most brutal rivalry clash of the season.They had no idea that under the sound of twenty thousand fans, I had whispered three words against my mate’s helmet before skating away.My phone sat on the bench beside the ice tub, screen glowing with a message from Commander Leo:ARREST WARRANTS EXECUTED IN VIP SUITE B.ARTHUR VALE AND SCOTT MAREN ARE IN FEDERAL CUSTODY.MEDIA EMBARGO IN EFFECT UNTIL NINE AM.I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the rim of the tub.It was over. The cor

Theo POVThe small monitor on my nightstand beeped twice.I sat up instantly, pushing the heavy duvet off my legs. Beside me, Dominic stirred, his hazel eyes snapping open in the dim bedroom light.I didn't wait for him to ask. My feet hit the cool hardwood, and I moved straight down the hallway toward the north wing. My bare neck felt the shift in the air before I even reached the door, a sharp, burning surge of heat radiating from the nursery.The acoustic seal clicked open. The air inside the room was thick and heavy, smelling like scorched vanilla and intense, rising pine.I rushed to the crib. Liam was tossing frantically against his fitted sheet, his blue bear pajamas soaked with sweat. His small cheeks were flushed bright red, his dark curls sticking to his forehead.I reached down, my palm touching his chest. His skin was burning."Dominic!" I called out, my voice tight with instant panic.Dominic crossed the threshold in two wide strides. He didn't say a word. He knelt by the

Dominic POVThe heavy cream envelope sat on the dark obsidian dining table, stark and uninvited. The embossed copper crest of Vale Enterprises caught the morning light filtering through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling glass.I didn't need to open it. I knew the weight of the cardstock, the exact scent of expensive fountain pen ink my father favored, and the cold, transactional nature of the message inside.Theo stood by the kitchen island, a baby bottle in hand as he tested the warm milk against the inside of his wrist. His Omega scent, sweet cream, vanilla, and pine, rippled with an underlying edge of sharp anxiety. Even with the heavy suppressants out of his system, his body read my anger before I spoke a word."Is that from Arthur?" Theo asked, his voice low."He wants a meeting," I said. "Ten o'clock. Corporate headquarters."Theo set the bottle on the counter. He crossed his arms, his posture rigid. "About the rumors?""About the 'hidden child,'" I corrected, reading the exact p