All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

89 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Man Who Broke My Stick

Elliot POV I had learned a long time ago not to want things that could be taken. Hockey was the one exception I had allowed myself. I spent six years making sure no one ever found out why it cost me more than it cost anyone else.The arena was loud enough to shake the bones in my body. I could hear only my own breathing, harsh inside my helmet, too fast and too uneven. The scoreboard burned at the edge of my vision: one minute left, one goal behind, the championship hanging on a blade's width of hope.This was the moment I had built my entire life around. It was also the kind of moment men like Sebastian Wolfe were born to steal.I didn't need to search for him. Even across a rink crowded with flashing lights and chaos, I found him at center ice, all broad shoulders and dark jersey, wearing the arrogant, easy posture of a man who had never once doubted the world would bend for him. Somehow, that made him worse.I tightened my grip on my stick. Sebastian Wolfe made hatred feel too clo

Chapter 2: The Deal in the Dark

Elliot POV There were many things I hated about Sebastian Wolfe, but the worst was the way he made silence feel crowded.The moment he turned that lock, the air in the empty room changed, thickening and pressing until every breath I took felt like I was breathing him in. I stood beside my locker in my half-removed gear, keeping my spine locked straight to hide the shudder in my ribs. My broken stick lay against the bench like proof of everything I had lost tonight, while something moved through me in slow, deliberate waves, like a tide coming in against a wall I had spent six years building. My body was issuing a warning, and standing this close to him, I couldn't pretend I didn't hear it."Get out."Sebastian leaned against the heavy wood of the door, his head tipped slightly. He didn't look at my face; his eyes tracked the rapid pulse jumping at the base of my throat. "You are always this friendly after a loss?"I uncurled my fingers from my palms, forcing my hands flat against the

Chapter 3: The Secret Under My Skin

Elliot POV By the time my teammates came back into the locker room, I had my expression under control.That was the only part of me I controlled. My skin felt wrong in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion, like a hand pressed flat against a crack in a dam with the pressure building steadily on the other side. I kept my head down, peeled off my gear with numb fingers, and answered no one.I made myself look like a man too furious about a loss to talk. That part, at least, was true.The guys muttered sympathy, and someone cursed Sebastian's entire bloodline, but tonight the noise barely reached me. My mind stayed trapped inside that final exchange, the phantom heat of his mouth still lingering against the shell of my ear.A deal is a deal. Tonight, you belong to me.Why hadn't it felt like a joke?Night had settled hard over the city by the time I finally left the arena. My apartment was close, a bleak sanctuary against the dark. I let myself in, shoved the door shut, and turne

Chapter 4: He Knows

Elliot POV For a few seconds, I could not move.I stood behind the curtain with my hand clenched in the fabric, staring down at the black SUV. The city moved around it, a motorbike passing, neon bleeding red across wet pavement, but none of it touched the hollow opening in my chest. Inside that car, like a threat shaped into a man, sat Sebastian Wolfe.He was not searching for my window; he already knew which one was mine.The realization hit me the way a bad hit on the ice did: not the pain first, but the sickening understanding that something had just broken. I had never told anyone where I lived—no paper trail, no teammates over, and no pieces of myself left where they could be picked up and used. Six years of absolute discipline, and Sebastian Wolfe was sitting outside my building at one in the morning like he owned the asphalt beneath his tires.My phone buzzed.You should invite me in. It's cold outside.Every hair on my arms lifted. He hadn't moved, and he knew I was behind th

Chapter 5: Mine

Elliot POV The world went silent.Sebastian knew. Maybe not everything, but enough. It was there in the sudden, rigid stillness of his body as he held me against his chest, and in the way the air between us shifted from dangerous curiosity to something stark and unyielding.He had stopped playing.I forced my boots to find purchase on the wet pavement, dragging myself out of his grip until my spine hit the cold brick of my building. "I don't know what you're talking about.""You're a bad liar when you're scared.""I'm not scared.""That's your biggest lie tonight."Anger snapped through me fast enough to steady my hands. I stepped into his space, my chest nearly flushing against his. "You don't know a damn thing about me.""No," he said, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes tracked the frantic pulse jumping in my throat. "But I know this isn't normal. The second I touched you, my whole body recognized something my brain hadn't caught up to. That doesn't happen with Betas."I said

Chapter 6: THE DAWN CONTRACT

Elliot POV The clock on the kitchen island read 5:45 AM. The blue numbers glared at me from across the marble counter. I hadn’t slept all night. My green and silver Wolves tracksuit felt stiff and tight from the night’s sweat. My muscles ached from the ice. My chest felt worse. A bad feeling was growing inside me.The penthouse was very quiet. It felt like it was closing in on me. The air smelled like cedarwood and mint. Sebastian’s scent. It was everywhere, in the curtains, on the glass walls, and in my lungs. It reminded me that I was in a trap.I had a forced marriage and a lifetime contract. If Devereux shared my medical files with the sports registry, my career would be over. They would find out I was an Omega using Beta papers and black-market medicine to play in an Alpha league. I wouldn’t just get banned; I’d go to prison for fraud. Everything I worked hard for would be gone.The private elevator chimed, breaking the silence. The doors opened. Two men walked into the kitchen.

Chapter 7: THE NOON PRESS CONFERENCE

Elliot POVThe air in the league briefing room did not smell like hockey. It smelled like wood polish and hot electronics. It felt like a pack of wolves was ready to attack.I sat behind a long mahogany table. I tried to hide the shaking in my fingers by gripping my knees. Sebastian sat next to me. He was huge. His presence felt like a weight on me. We had moved from his penthouse to this room in less than thirty minutes. I felt crushed. Even when he was sitting still, his big frame took up much space. His charcoal suit looked calm. It also looked hot. It made me feel like I was being defensive.The day Sebastian and I were rivals on the ice. We were hitting at each other in Game 7 of the Finals. Six hours ago, I signed a contract that gave him control over my assets, my career, and my safety. Now, we were facing a room of reporters. We were pretending to be in love. My lips still felt sore from what he said to me in the hallway. He said I had to play the part or we would both get in t

Chapter 8: THE PRICE OF THE LEASE

Elliot POV The penthouse master suite door clicked shut. The heavy, soundproofed wood did nothing to stop the ringing in my ears.I stood frozen in the middle of the massive bedroom. Outside, floor-to-ceiling windows showed off the Redmoor skyline, all wrapped up in the cold, purple dark of twilight. I was still wearing my press conference suit. The dark fabric felt like a straightjacket, and the stiff collar was a chokehold, trapping the leftover heat of Sebastian’s mouth against my skin.“If you think a piece of paper is the only thing I'm going to claim before this winter is over, you're dead wrong.”His threat inside the SUV kept looping in my head and low, vibrating, a promise wearing a warning's clothes. My hand pressed down against my lips hard enough to hurt. They were still swollen. The media was already picking apart every single frame of that kiss. Dana had text-blitzed us the whole drive over; the internet was absolutely melting down. The Redmoor Athletic had already plas

Chapter 9:THE BREAD KNIFE INCIDENT

Elliot POVThe kitchen clock read 5:30 AM. Gray morning light cut through the high windows of the penthouse, hitting the marble island like a slab of ice.Neither of us had said a word for twenty minutes. The silence between us was thin, sharp, and dangerous. Sebastian sat across from me in a gray training shirt, his massive shoulders hunched over a bowl of oatmeal. He looked calm, a man who had slept eight hours and run a three-mile morning skate before dawn.I sat on my stool, my entire body aching. My green and silver Wolves gear sat in a neat pile by the front door, waiting for my ride to our practice facility. I hadn't slept. After my midnight breakdown in the closet, my skin felt raw, a low-grade fever burning right beneath the surface. My mind kept looping back to the image of my own hands burying my face into his training hoodie. The shame of that biological surrender tasted like copper in the back of my throat.To make things worse, my team group chat was blowing up. The guys

Chapter 10: THE WOLVES' INTERROGATION

Elliot POV The steel doors of the Redmoor Wolves' training facility slammed shut behind me. The loud noise echoed down the concrete tunnel, heavy and loud.The smell here was familiar: stale sweat, ice, bleach, and leather. For six years, this was my safe place. The only place I felt in control, skating on a line that could tear any defense apart. But today, the hallway felt like a trap, closing in on me tighter.Everyone I passed froze. The security guards, the equipment managers, the junior trainers, they all stared. Some looked at the floor when I caught their eye; others kept their gaze locked on me. They’d seen the noon press conference. They’d seen the photo of Sebastian Wolfe pinning me against the table, claiming my mouth in front of fifty cameras.I kept my chin up, jaw tight. I wore a high-collared black training shirt under my team jacket, the thick fabric hiding the fresh scent patch on my neck. My hand throbbed beneath the white tape wrapped around my left palm. The cut

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