Todos los capítulos de Shared by the Three Captains: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

CassyI woke up alone in the massive bed that still smelled like Elijah. The sheets were twisted around my legs. My neck felt warm where his mouth had been last night. I sat up slow, tugging the oversized black hoodie he’d left for me down over my thighs. It swallowed me whole. Good. I needed the armor.My bare feet hit the cold marble floor. I padded out of his room and down the hallway toward the open kitchen. Morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city stretched out below us, quiet for once.Elijah was already there.He lounged at the breakfast bar like he owned the entire building. Dark sweatpants hung low on his hips. No shirt. Jet-black hair perfectly in place even this early. Ice-blue eyes locked on me the second I stepped into view. That smug little curve touched the corner of his mouth.“Morning, princess,” he said, voice low and rough from sleep. “Sleep okay in my bed?”Heat crawled up my neck. I kept walking toward the coffee maker like my heart wasn

CassandraThe night air hit my face the second Chase dropped the top on his black convertible. Wind rushed through my hair as we left campus behind, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white. My heart still raced from the server decoy win. I had pulled it off. The fake trail I built had fooled Portia’s people and bought us time. Chase had grinned like a kid when Coach confirmed it worked. Now he was driving us somewhere quiet to celebrate.He kept one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles over the fabric of my jeans. Every few seconds he glanced over, amber eyes warm and soft in a way I rarely saw when the others were around.“You were fucking brilliant tonight,” he said, voice low. “That decoy? Genius. Pure genius. I watched the whole thing unfold and kept thinking, that’s my girl. She’s outsmarting all of them.”I swallowed. “It was just code and timing.”“Bullshit.” He squeezed my thigh. “You saw the pattern before anyone else. You

CassyThe press room was packed so tight I could barely breathe. Cameras flashed like strobe lights. Microphones jammed forward. Students, faculty, reporters—all of them staring at the long table up front like they were waiting for blood.I stood off to the side behind a heavy black curtain, heart slamming against my ribs. My new tailored black blouse felt too tight. The sleek wire-frame glasses sat light on my nose. I kept my hands locked together so no one would see them shake.Elijah walked out first.He didn’t hurry. He never did. Six-foot-three of pure command in a dark charcoal suit that fit him like it had been cut on his body. Jet-black hair perfect. Ice-blue eyes sweeping the room once and silencing half the chatter without a single word.Chase followed half a step behind, amber eyes already sparkling with something sharp and dangerous. Karius came last, massive shoulders filling the doorway, forest-green gaze locked straight ahead like he was daring anyone to make a sound.T

CassyThe ride back to the penthouse was quiet but thick with tension. Karius kept one heavy hand on my thigh the entire drive, the silver tags warm against my collarbone under my sweater. Elijah sat in the front passenger seat, ice-blue eyes fixed on the road, jaw tight. Chase rode in the back with us, his amber gaze flicking between my face and the tags every few seconds. No one spoke until the elevator doors opened into the living room.The massive plush sofa sat in the center of the open space, soft gray fabric and deep cushions. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city lights far below. Mrs. Mori had already gone to bed. The only sound was the low hum of the air system.Karius guided me to the middle of the sofa and sat first, pulling me down beside him. Elijah took the spot on my other side. Chase dropped to his knees on the thick rug right in front of me, hands resting on my knees.Elijah spoke first, voice low and controlled. “We all saw the tags.”Karius didn’t look away from

Cassandra"Del Fierro, tell me you’re locked in up there," Coach Jimenez’s gruff, raspy voice barked directly into my headset.I leaned forward against the cold glass of the high-altitude analyst booth, adjusting my wire-frame glasses with one hand while my fingers flew across the digital tablet in front of me. Below me, the arena was an absolute cauldron of noise. Over twenty thousand fans roared in the stands, a sea of waving banners, flashing cameras, and deafening chants filling every corner of the packed stadium. The bright stadium lights reflected off the pristine white ice, casting a violent sheen over the rival team taking their positions."I’m locked in, Coach," I said into my small microphone, keeping my voice steady despite the wild rush of adrenaline hammering against my ribs. "Their line chart just synced. Hendrix is starting on the main offensive push.""Good," Coach Jimenez growled back from the bench far below. "They’re acting cocky as hell down here. Sevilla walks aro