All Chapters of Twin Aces: Claimed by the Alpha Captain (MM Romance): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lucian POVThe black puck was sitting in the net. Everything was still for a second. Nobody was moving. The Boston goalie was still down on the ice, his head bent forward. Then, the red light behind the net turned on.The whole arena went crazy.It was so loud that my teeth were shaking. A thousand people were stomping their feet on the floor. White towels were flying everywhere, falling from the seats like snow.I fell to my knees. My stick slipped out of my hands. Hit the ice. I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. It felt hot under my helmet. I was totally exhausted. Then, I got a huge rush of energy."You did it!"One of my teammates, our defenseman, came running up to me. He had gotten hurt a minute before, but he did not care now. He put his arms around me. Pulled me into a big hug. We slid across the ice together.Then, all the other guys on my team started piling on. They all came off the bench at the time. Helmets were flying everywhere. Gloves were over the ice."C

Lucian POVThe big doors of the visitor locker room shook on their hinges before we even got to them. Inside, the music was really loud, the bass was shaking the walls, it was like a heartbeat that matched the pounding in my head.Arthur opened the doors wide.A big wave of heat, old sweat, and cheap alcohol smell hit me in the face. The room was a mess of white jerseys, wet hair, and plastic goggles. Steam was rising from the back showers, mixing with the mist of champagne that people were spraying everywhere."Move out of the way! Clear a path!"Miller used his body to push a trash can out of the way. He did not look at the media people or the team staff, he just looked at me. He put his hand under my arm, his gri

Orion POVI sat on the leather couch in the executive suite, staring at my taped hands. The white athletic tape covered my knuckles, hiding the scars. Ten years of fights, ten years of shedding blood for the Winter Wolves crest. None of it mattered today.Lucian stood by the frosted glass window, his hands on his stomach. He had a habit, a subconscious shield for the miracle growing inside him. The vanilla scent in the room turned sour with fear.“They are waiting,” Lucian said, turning away from the glass. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Marcus said the main room hit capacity half an hour ago. Every sports network sent a camera crew.”I stood up. I walked across the room. “Let them wait,” I said.“Orion,” Lucian said, grabbing my lapels. His knuckles turned white. “The board will destroy you. If you go there and confirm the leaks, your father will strip the captaincy.”I covered his hands with mine. Pulled them away. I kissed his knuckles. “I do not care about the C on my chest,

Lucian POVThe sun was setting over the city, casting a glow over our penthouse. I stood by the window, watching the cars move slowly below us. It was hard to believe that a few months ago, our lives were so different. The hockey league, the media, they were all so overwhelming. Now, we had our peace.It had been four months since our wedding. Four months since Orion had stood up to the league, giving us the freedom to live our lives. I was so grateful to him. I looked down at my belly. I could not help but smile. I was pregnant. It was a beautiful thing.My body had changed much. I was no longer the athletic man I used to be. Now, I was round and soft with a belly. I looked like a man who was about to become a father. I was happy about it. I felt like a nurtured Omega, with a sense of happiness inside me.I moved slowly, my hands under my belly to support it. It was heavy. My back ached. I was safe, and that was all that mattered. Orion had built a sanctuary for me, a place where I c

Lucian POVThe blacked-out windows of our luxury SUV did nothing to hide our arrival.Outside the local community wellness center, the street was a scene of total chaos. We were in the middle of our high-profile paternal sabbatical, so our head of security had insisted on a full convoy. Three identical black vehicles moved in a tight line, packed with four pairs of massive bodyguards in sharp suits.The convoy pulled up to the curb. On the sidewalk, ordinary citizens stopped in their tracks. People pulled out their phones and began to whisper to one another.“Look at that convoy,” a teenager on the street shouted, pointing at our guards. “Who is that? Is that a royal family? What major global celebrity comes into a regular community center with that many bodyguards?”The doors of the lead and rear vehicles flew open at the exact same moment. Eight burly security guards stepped onto the concrete. They formed a tight, impenetrable moving wall around our door. The sheer size of our detai