บททั้งหมดของ Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

ELI . . “You said yes,” John said, voice rough. “Say it properly.” There was still time. I could feel it on my tongue. I could still fix it. Shift the story. Soften it. But something else rose instead. “Aren’t you aware of the contract between Zane and me?” The words slapped the air. John’s fist tightened even further, veins bulging at the back of his palm. “You’re making a fool out of me,” John gritted. A heat coiled harder in my chest. “Making a fool out of you?” I echoed. A memory—one I had thought I had buried, I had forgotten—came rushing back, loud and violent. “You kissed me.” I stepped closer. “That night. In front of everyone.” My ribs compressed. “You said all that shit,” I pushed on. “And then the next day, you had sex with the chef’s son. Flirting with him in front of everyone.” A muscle feathered in his jaw. My gaze locked onto his. “And I’m the one making a fool out of you?” John scoffed, looking away for a second before dragging h

ELI . . For three days, the thought had followed me—beg her, it could change things, at least before she sends the list. Now, standing at her door, fingers hovering over the door handle, my stomach twisted. I knocked either way “Come in.” I pushed the door and dragged myself inside. The smell of chlorine hung in the air, medals and trophies decorating the walls and shelves. Ms. Susan exhaled, long and slow. “Eli,” she leaned back into the chair, her fingers gliding to her temples. “If you’re here to beg so you can compete in the finals, don’t bother.” My chest caved in. “There’s nothing I can do,” she said. I took a step closer. “Please.” My voice came out rough, too rough, the word slurred. I swallowed and tried again. “There has to be something. Anything. This is my final year. If I don’t get the scholarship…” I balled my fist by my sides. But that didn’t help with the knots in my stomach. “…everything I’ve worked for in the past four years. It’d all

ELI . . After being dragged onto a flight, I never would have thought Zane would have brought me to a place like this. As the car rolled through the gates, I turned to face him, eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you brought me to your house?” “You’ve been in my apartment at school,” Zane said. “It’s not the same thing.” My voice tightened. “That’s school…” He stared at me like I was overreacting. I huffed a harsh breath. “Tell me your parents are not at home.” Zane didn’t look at me. “This is my house not theirs.” I blinked, my brain taking longer than necessary to process just six words. The car came to a halt. Men and women in uniforms lined up outside. One of them stepped forward and opened the car door. Zane came out first and then stretched his hand out for me. Like I really was some princess. I shifted my gaze to the people behind, and then to his hand. The people again. His hands. A flush crept up my cheeks, making me leave his hand hanging. Out of

ELI . . “Eli.” My name came out of his lips quietly, softer than it had ever been. “How are you feeling?” He added after a beat. My throat tightened. “You’ve seen the picture.” My words tangled into a sharp exhale. John’s jaw shifted. “What I don’t understand is why Zane would send that picture to anyone?” His voice sharpened. “No. Zane would never let anyone see that.” The word rushed out of me. John narrowed his brows. “And you’re certain?” I let another silence hit us. There’s no way I could tell him Zane was even stingy with my moans. John exhaled. “But even that was true,” he said. “But how could he be so careless?” My stomach dipped, jaw ticking. John tilted his head, his eyes hung over me. “If it were me,” he said quietly, “I would never put you in such a position.” I fiddled with my fingers. “Eli.” I looked up again. “You didn’t answer me.” His voice calm. “How are you feeling?” My mouth opened. It closed. Opened again, but nothing but sile

ELI . . “It’s Zach, isn’t it?” Zane asked again for the third time. My silence was louder than any answer could’ve been. Before I knew, his hands were no longer on my lips. They were already reaching for his phone. He was already stepping away from me, my skin prickling at the space growing between us. The skin around my eyes started to hurt as I stared at him. The way his fingers tapped the screen, more dedicated. Like whatever happened was something to be managed, like it was just one of his simple projects. He was still talking, his voice sharper now, more confident. But I was no longer hearing him. “…I’ll speed up the transfer process,” he said again, “he’ll be out tomorrow.” A breath tried to leave me, but caught halfway. Zane glanced at me, then back to his screen. “If that makes you feel safer, I can get you bodyguards.” My chest constricted. “That’s not—” I stopped because I didn’t even know what I wanted him to say. Just not that. Not solutions tha