All Chapters of Twin Aces: Claimed by the Alpha Captain (MM Romance): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lucian POV The Detroit stadium was a wall of mocking sound.The taunt from the opposing forward was still hanging in the cold air, thick and insulting. Lucian stood perfectly still near the center red line, his 5'9" frame looking completely frozen under the bright stadium lights. I could see the rapid, frantic rise and fall of his chest beneath his silver jersey. The sharp, bitter scent of pure, unadulterated fear was pouring off his skin, cutting right through the smell of the ice frost. The blackmail threat wasn't just hiding in his phone anymore; it was actively destroying his soul right in the middle of a live broadcast.I didn't wait for the coaching staff to call a formal strategy meeting.The moment the head referee blew his whistle to signal a brief television timeout, I kicked my steel blades deep into the white frost. I blasted across the center marker like a black missile, my massive 6'3" frame cutting a dark path through the ice. I completely ignored the retreating Detroi

Lucian POV The intense heat of the master bathroom hit my face the moment I pushed the heavy glass doors open.My body was completely exhausted, every single muscle aching from the brutal, fast pace of the Detroit match. My shoulders were deeply bruised from the heavy hits against the boards, and my legs felt like lead after breaking the league's rookie record. The intense toll of skating at maximum speed for three periods had left me feeling totally drained. But as I stepped onto the warm marble floor, the stress of the game completely melted away.Orion had already prepared everything.In the center of the massive room sat a giant bathtub. Steam was rising off the swirling water in thick white clouds, filling the air with a relaxing smell of lavender and eucalyptus oils. The hot water was bubbling softly, creating a quiet, peaceful rhythm that shut out the rest of the loud world. The soft lights cast soothing shadows across the stone walls, turning the space into a quiet haven. The

Orion POV The computer screens inside my private office cast a cold, blue glow across the dark leather furniture.It was three o'clock in the morning. Far down the hallway, Lucian was still sleeping soundly under the heavy black blanket of our bed. His body was completely relaxed after the hot victory bath. But while my playmaker rested his tired muscles, my mind was racing. The protective beast inside my chest was wide awake, pacing behind my ribs with a dark, sharp focus.Marcus stood across from my glass desk. His sharp suit was wrinkled from a forty-eight-hour shift. The secure laptop sat between us, its screen pulsing with rows of fresh, unlocked data."We caught them moving through the network, Mr. Kael," Marcus said. His low voice was tight with a cold, professional satisfaction."Show me," I commanded. My deep voice cut through the quiet office like frozen steel.Marcus tapped a command into the keyboard. The digital map of the city zoomed in quickly, passing the corporate of

Orion POVThe cruel laugh died instantly in Thomas Vance’s throat.The arrogant man gasped for air. The cold reality of my words began to break his confidence. He looked smaller now under the dim lights of the room. The power he thought he held was slipping away fast.His thumb was still hovering directly over the bright red button on his phone screen. His face was twisted into a sick smile. He was waiting for me to scream, hit him, or beg for Lucian's life. He thought his digital switch was a perfect, strong wall. He thought he had trapped the billionaire captain of the Winter Wolves in a box with no escape.I did not hit him. I did not yell.Instead, a slow, cold smile came across my own face. I slowly let go of his expensive suit jacket. I smoothed down the wrinkled cloth with my large leather gloves. I stepped back from his desk. My large frame relaxed completely as I slipped my hands into the deep pockets of my black coat. I felt completely in control of the situation now."You th

The roar of the Grand Horizon Arena was deafening.I sat on the low wooden bench inside the visitors' locker room, my frame looking small under the heavy layers of my silver and black Wolves armor. The air inside the room was freezing, thick with the sharp smell of skate wax, leather, and pure pre-game adrenaline. Outside the heavy steel doors, seventy thousand fans were already stamping their feet against the concrete stands. The rhythmic thumping vibrated straight through the floorboards, matching the frantic, nervous beat of my own heart.The opening match of the Playoff Semifinals was finally here.I spent the last ten minutes meticulously taping the blade of my composite stick, keeping my head down to avoid looking at the digital clock on the wall. The forty-eight-hour countdown was officially over. Thanks to Orion’s massive financial power-play, the digital blackmail threat from Thomas Vance was dead. The birth certificate files were locked behind a legal wall. I should have felt