All Chapters of Twin Aces: Claimed by the Alpha Captain (MM Romance): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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CHAPTER 101-The Victory Celebration in the Suite

Lucian POV The doors to the penthouse closed behind us. The city noise stopped. The room was silent. I leaned back on the wood. I was breathing hard. My hands were still cold from the rain. My skin was hot under my grey sweater.Orion put his keys on the stone table. They made a noise. He didn't turn on the lights. He stood in the shadows. His big body blocked the kitchen. He listened to me breathe. I could smell his leather jacket. It smelled like cedar and winter air.I opened my coat. "It is over," I said.Orion walked to me. His boots didn't make a sound on the rug. I felt him coming. He stopped close to me. His shadow covered me. His jaw was tight. A muscle was moving near his ear. He put his hand on the wall beside my head."It is just starting," he said.

CHAPTER 102- The Master's Reward

Orion POV The wind outside hits the glass panels, but the heat inside the room belongs to Lucian and me. I stay down on my knees, my palms sliding up under the wool of his sweater. His skin is smooth, a line of silver against the cold shadows of the penthouse. The scent of milk and honey pours off his body, sweet, completely unchained now that the world knows his truth.I pull the grey fabric over his head, throwing it onto the dark rug.He stands before me, naked from the waist up. The light from the stadium across the river touches his ribs, painting the lines of his chest in gold. My bond mark on the side of his neck looks dark, a patch of broken skin that seals him to my name forever. There are no patches to wear. There are no chemical blockers to swallow before the morning skate.He looks down at me,

CHAPTER 103- Playing for Two Part 1

Lucian POVI stood on the ice, my skates on the rubber mats. The moment I stepped onto the rink, the cold air hit me like a slap. It was a feeling that burned my lungs and cleared my head. Above me, twenty thousand people were screaming. The sound was deafening. It shook the entire arena.I looked down at my jersey. I felt good. I felt alive. There were no fake medical files or chemical blockers in my system. My skin felt hot and alive under the padding.Orion skated up beside me. He was a guy with a heavy blade. He cut a line into the ice, spraying frost against my shin guards. He did not look at me away. He kept his eyes on the team, the Boston players. They were moving in a circle, getting ready for the game."They will come at us fast," Orion said. His voice was low and rough."Let them," I said. I was ready.I adjusted my gloves, pulling the straps tight. My hands were steady. My heart was beating fast like a drum. I felt a pressure beneath my equipment, a reminder of what happen

CHAPTER 104-Playing for Two Part 2

Lucian POVAnton came in with his weight, his stick slamming down to lock my blade. I let him take the force. Instead of fighting his strength, I pulled my hands back an inch, letting the puck slide between his skates. I spun off his shoulder, my left skate cutting a deep edge that launched me forward into the open lane."Loose puck!" the Boston defenseman yelled.It was a foot race now. The puck was sliding toward the corner of the Boston zone, slowing down as it hit a patch of snow near the goal line. The big defenseman, number forty-four, was retreating fast, his boots pumping hard as he tried to get his body between me and the boards.I gained ground with every stride. My skates made a violent sound against the ice. Crunch, crunch, crunch. As I drove my legs forward, I could feel the wind in my ears, the roar of the stadium rising to a pitch that shook my teeth.Number forty-four reached out his stick, trying to hook my hip.I reached out with my hand, my glove swatting his stick

CHAPTER 105- The Brutal Counter-Strategy Part 1

Orion POVThe scoreboard in the Boston Garden was not lying. We were down by a goal in the period of Game 3, and it felt like the air inside the rink was thick with dust and exhaust. Game 2 had been tough; this game felt like a funeral.I leaned on the plastic of the boards, my chest heaving under the sweaty layers of my jersey. Next to me, Lucian sat with his elbows on his knees. His knuckles were white where his gloves met his stick. His face was pale, with grease paint smudged under his eyes, and his mouth was open as he tried to catch his breath. I reached down. Put my hand on the back of his neck for a brief second. His skin was really hot. The fast beat of his pulse at his throat was a reminder of the secret he was hiding under his chest guard."They are not checking," Lucian said. His voice was rough and barely audible over the crowd. "They are just... there.""It's a trap," I said. I kept my eyes on the ice, watching the Boston second line clog the zone like a wall. "They lear

CHAPTER 106-The Brutal Counter-Strategy Part 2

Orion POV"It is the way to make them move their feet," I said. "If they have to turn and chase the puck into the corners, they cannot stand in your lane. We play a grinding game. We dump the puck, Lucian. We make them work."Lucian did not like it. He was a player of beauty and speed. The dump-and-chase was an ugly style of hockey. I looked at his pale face, at the tight line of his jaw. I knew he could not take twenty more minutes of being a battering ram against a solid wall of steel."Fine," Lucian said. He took a sip of water, his cage clicking against the plastic nozzle. "We dump it. We dump the puck."The second line climbed over the boards as the gate slammed shut, a crack of wood on metal. The game moved with that agonizing rhythm. The minutes ticked away on the jumbotron. Five minutes left in the second. Two minutes.Every shift was the same. We would get the puck at the line, Lucian would flip it deep into the Boston corner, and we would chase it down like dogs. It was phys

CHAPTER 107- The Dressing Room Breakdown

Lucian POVThe water was too hot. I could not move. It hit my shoulders hard, turning my skin red. A deep, cold ache stayed locked inside my bones. My forehead rested against the tile wall of the shower. The white grout was stained with soap scum near the drain. Everything smelled like copper, sweat, and bleach.We lost. The scoreboard went dark minutes ago. The numbers 2-1 were still in my eyes.I reached down. Pressed my palm flat against the slick tiles to steady myself. My knees shook. A wave of nausea rolled through my stomach, heavy and hollow. It was not the loss. It was the weight. My chest guard lay outside the stall. My lungs still felt compressed, trapped by fatigue so bad it made my eyelashes feel heavy.My left hand went to my stomach, fingers spreading over the firm swell beneath my ribs.Nothing.Panic, sharp and icy, pierced through the exhaustion. I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath catching in my throat as the hot spray blinded me. "Move," I whispered into the steam.

CHAPTER 108-Steaming Reassurance

Orion POVThe steam in the corner stall made a white cloud. It covered the fluorescent lights overhead as Lucian went completely limp, pulled down into a deep sleep against me. Water hit the floor hard, making a constant loud noise. This noise drowned out the remaining sounds of the Boston Garden crowd. Lucian was heavy in my arms. His wet head was on my shoulder, and his breathing was shallow. He felt cold even though the room was very hot.I adjusted the brass valve. I reduced the cold water flow until the spray was just hot.Lucian moved a little, stirring as the temperature shifted. A small tremor went through his thighs. "Orion," he said softly. His voice was muffled by my skin."Stay still," I said.I got a terrycloth towel from the rack. I did not use it to dry him. Instead, I put it under the water until it was soaked. I turned it into a hot, steaming compress. I put the hot towel on his lower back. That was where his muscles had locked up tight from fighting the Boston trap.

CHAPTER 109- Changing the Playbook Part 1

Lucian POVThe medical room smelled like wintergreen rub and old ice. I sat on the edge of the high training table, my bare legs hanging down. The vinyl under my thighs felt cold, a sharp contrast to the heat still trapped in my chest. Orion stood by the counter, his frame blocking the small sink. He wrung out a cloth, his knuckles white against the fabric.My hand stayed flat against my ribs. The pulse was quiet. Stable. The initial fear from the ice had shrunk to a knot in my throat, but I was still tired. It felt like sand in my joints."Your color is back," Orion said. He walked over. Put the damp cloth on the back of my neck.The chill made my shoulders drop. "The ice was too long," I said, looking at the scuff marks on the floor. "Forty minutes against a trap. My legs died in the period.""Anton planned it," Orion said. He leaned against the table, close enough that his arm brushed my shoulder. "He put his line on you every time you crossed the red line. Three men in your shadow

CHAPTER 110-Changing the Playbook Part 2

Lucian POVThe morning ice was different. At six in the morning, the arena was freezing, the heating units still dark. The only light came from the work lights over the plexiglass. The surface was freshly flooded, a sheet that looked like concrete.I stood at the line, my stick resting across my knees. My skates felt heavy, the leather stiff from the cold.Orion was already down in the zone. He wore his black practice jersey, his numbers stark against the fabric. He did not look like a hockey player; he looked like a wall. He stood two inches outside the paint of the crease, his skates dug into the ice, his stick braced against his shins."Again!" Arthur shouted from the bench. His voice echoed off the rafters, loud and clear. "From the line. Lucian, do not wait for the defenseman to commit. Furlong is going to drop. You have to launch before he reaches the dot."I pushed off, my blades scraping against the ice. The sound was sharp and rhythmic. I carried the puck on my backhand, my e

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