Todos los capítulos de Claimed on Ice: Marked by the Rival Captain: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Theo POVThe elevator doors opened with a hum.I stood in the kitchen, a wooden spoon in my hand. My skin prickled before the front door unlocked. His scent reached me first: cedar, rain, and the sharp bite of adrenaline.Dominic stepped inside.He kept his coat on. He set his keys on the table, walked across the room, and pulled me into his arms.The spoon dropped to the floor.I buried my face against his shoulder, taking in his scent. His heart beat fast against my chest."Dominic," I said, my hands tight around his waist. "What happened at the tower?"He held me tighter, his fingers pressing into my back. "It is over. He signed the paper. He has no hold on the team. He has no hold on Liam."I pulled back to look at him. His jaw was set, but his eyes were clear. The dark look he always wore after dealing with Arthur had vanished."You did it," I said."I walked out," he said. He touched my cheek, his thumb resting near my ear. "I threw my board card on his table."He pulled out his

Theo POVThe intercom speaker crackled with static, the raspy voice lingering in the quiet hallway.My hands shook so hard the paper rattled in my grip. Dominic stepped past me, his shoulder blocking the monitor as he slammed his palm against the mute button, cutting off the audio mid-breath."He’s not outside," Dominic said, his voice a flat line. "Pre-recorded file sent through the building trunk. Look at the feed."I looked up. The hallway outside our suite was completely empty. The brass elevator doors were shut, reflecting dim lights. Only the guard stood near the far wall, tablet clutched against his vest, looking confused."He used the court courier to trigger the system," I said, the cold air in the foyer burning my throat. "He wants us panicked before we even flip the page."Dominic grabbed my hand, dragging me away from the door toward the kitchen island, out of any line of sight from the windows. His thumb rubbed the back of my knuckles hard, forcing my eyes up to his."Bre

Theo POVThe private gym off the penthouse master suite was quiet.Cold light spilled across the steel weight racks and grey rubber mats. I stood in front of the floor mirror, my hands gripping the edge of the sink. Water dripped from my chin, splashing onto the white porcelain.My skin felt tight. The air in my lungs tasted like old dust.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the black crest embossed on that heavy parchment. A falcon holding a broken sword. Eight years vanished in an instant. I was sixteen again, standing in the cold courtyard of the northern compound while snow piled against the iron gate. I could hear the heavy boots on the gravel floor. I could feel the cold metal collar pressing against my throat.The phone on the bench chimed. A single text from Julian:Scott locked himself in the basement vault at Vale Tower. He triggered the vault seal.My fingers dug into the marble edge until my knuckles turned white.Scott had the original paper. He had the contract with Lord

Dominic POVRain hammered the roof of the dark SUV parked two blocks south of Ninth Street.Inside, three monitor screens cast a cold blue glow over Leo’s face. The head of my private security team adjusted his headset, his fingers flying across a military-grade tracking grid.I sat in the front passenger seat, my coat buttoned to my chin, my phone resting flat on my knee. A small earbud sat in my right ear, humming with static."Alpha squad is in position at the north alley," Leo reported, his voice low. "Bravo squad holds the alley behind the tavern. No one enters or leaves without my team seeing them.""What about the Crown Media reporter?" I asked, staring at the GPS dot moving slow on the screen.Theo's tracker."Julian intercepted him at the bar five minutes ago," Leo said. "Bought him a four-hundred-dollar bottle of scotch and walked him out the front door. The reporter has no draft article. Scott lied about that part."I gripped the edge of the dashboard. "He lied to get Theo

Dominic POVBone cracked under my thumb.Richard Scott gasped, his body going stiff as I forced his forearm down against the laminate table. His yellowed eyes bulged in their sockets, his mouth opening in a silent scream of pain.I did not let go. My grip tightened, feeling the thin bone of his wrist groan under the weight of my hand."Dominic," Theo said quietly beside me.I ignored him. My eyes stayed locked on the old man trembling under my palm."You lay a hand on my mate again," I said, my voice dropping into a low frequency that rattled the glasses on the shelf behind the bar, "and you do not walk out of this tavern.""Let go of me!" Richard wheezed, his fingers clawing uselessly at my sleeve. "I have rights! I am his father!""You are nothing," I said, shifting my weight to press his knuckles flat against the wet wood until he whimpered. "You sold your rights eight years ago when you took Lord Sterling's draft."Leo and three tactical guards stepped into the booth, their dark u