All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 41: THE SCENT OF HONEY

Elliot POV The steel door of the Redmoor Wolves training facility was heavy against my palm. I pushed it open. The familiar blast of chilled air, rubber floor mats, and skate lace wax hit my face.But the air did not stay familiar for long.Every step I took down the concrete corridor carried a new signature. The synthetic blockers were dead in my blood, wiped out by forty-eight hours of a true, unsuppressed cycle. My skin was warm. My pulse was steady. The scent gland on the left side of my neck throbbed with a faint, tight heat beneath the collar of my track jacket, pumping a thick, heavy wave of raw honey and dark vanilla into the hallway.It was loud. It was undeniable. It was the absolute baseline profile of an Omega in full bloom, mixed with the sharp, bitter pine of Sebastian’s permanent mark.I did not hide it. I did not pull my zipper up to my chin.I rounded the corner into the main locker room.The room was full of noise. Thirty hockey players were shifting weight on woode

Chapter 42: THE ON-ICE GUARD

Elliot POV The frozen air of the Boston rink tasted like exhaust and damp concrete. I skated out for the first shift, the white home jersey clean against my chest armor. The crowd did not cheer. A low, sharp hiss of boos rolled down from the upper tiers the moment my skates hit the ice. They had seen the news blogs. They knew about the fated scent. Every person in the building was staring right at the collar of my shirt, trying to catch a glimpse of the mark underneath. I ignored them. I lined up at the center dot, my stick blade resting flat against the red line. Opposite me stood Dante. He was the Bruins' primary enforcer, a heavy Alpha who smelled like sour grease and wet leather. He did not look at the referee. He stared straight at my throat, his upper lip curling back over his mouth guard in a silent snarl. "Hey, sweetheart," Dante spat, his voice a low rattle through the metal cage of his helmet. "Did your husband tie your skates for you tonight?" I did not answer. T

Chapter 43: THE NESTING INSTINCT

Elliot POV The silence in the penthouse was a physical weight. The suspension hearing in New York had started three hours ago, and my phone sat dead on the kitchen counter. No texts from Kofi. No calls from Sebastian. I paced the length of the living room, my bare feet clicking against the hardwood where the glass had been swept away. My skin was hot. A tight, restless knot coiled in my lower abdomen, distinct from the sharp cramps of the heat cycle. The fever was gone, but it had left a vacuum. My inner Omega was clawing at my ribs, frantic and hollow, demanding a barrier between myself and the front door. The white clover scent in the apartment felt thin, washed out by the cold breeze coming through the plywood board covering the broken balcony window. I stopped in front of the hallway mirror. My neck gland was swollen, a dark purple ring of teeth marks standing out against my skin. The honey aroma coming off my body was sharp, sour around the edges with stress. I needed an

Chapter 44: INSIDE THE SILK CAGE

Sebastian POVThe briefcase hit the floorboards with a heavy thud. It remained unlocked where it fell, the documents inside spilling into the dust. I ignored them. My attention belonged entirely to the dark corner by the radiator. Elliot did not look like the captain of a professional hockey team. He sat small inside the pile, chin resting against his bare knees, blue eyes wide and fixed on my face. The fine silver threads of my destroyed awards jacket were tangled around his knuckles. He remained perfectly still, shoulders tense, waiting for me to speak. The bedroom was silent. The air held a suffocating weight, the thick clover from his skin fighting the bitter pine of my own scent. I did not yell. I did not count the cost of the custom suits rotting on the floorboards. Instead, a strange, dark warmth kicked deep inside my gut. My chest expanded with a sudden pride that made it hard to breathe. My Omega had torn down my closet to build a wall. He had used my clothes to pro

CHAPTER 45- THE NEAR-MISS CONFESSION

Elliot POVThe wool nest still smelled like pine. The air in the bedroom was getting cold. The gray morning light hit the edge of the mattress. It threw shadows across the floor.I lay flat on my back. My skin was warm beneath the comforter. My neck felt tender. There was a throb reminding me of the teeth marks on my skin. The heat had faded. I felt a heavy fatigue. My limbs felt like lead.Sebastian sat on the edge of the mattress near my hip. He had changed into a black T-shirt. His broad shoulders blocked out the view of the window. He held a glass of water in his hand. His fingers left smudges on the glass."Drink," he said. His voice was low and quiet. It vibrated through the mattress.I reached out. My fingers brushed his knuckles as I took the glass. The brief contact sent a spark straight up my arm. I swallowed the water in three gulps. The cold liquid cleared the taste from my throat."The lawyers called back," Sebastian said. His hazel eyes were fixed on my face. "The six-ga

CHAPTER 46- PRYCE'S DISCOVERY

Elliot POVThe training facility gym was empty at eleven at night. The big lights overhead were buzzing, casting a white glow over the rubber floor and the steel weight racks.I was sitting on a bench with a heavy iron dumbbell resting against my leg. My shirt was soaked with sweat. The skin around my neck felt tight. The bite mark from Sebastian was still hurting. I had been lifting weights for two hours, trying to get rid of the feeling that was still in my muscles. I was trying to forget the sound of Sebastian's voice in my head.I picked up the dumbbell. Lifted it. My arm was straining. I did one rep, two then three.Then I saw a shadow moving across the mirror in front of me.Pryce was standing in the doorway of the weight room. He was wearing a gray team hoodie with the sleeves cut off and his hands were in his pockets. He was our goalie, and he had played for a few different teams before joining the Wolves. He had a way about him, and he did not smell like much of anything.He

CHAPTER 47- THE PRE-HEAT VERTIGO

Elliot POV I was skating behind the net when the edge of my left skate blade caught a deep rut in the slush. My knee buckled. I felt a sharp pain shoot up my thigh. I had to shove my stick against the ice to stay upright. The stick was vibrating badly under my palms. "Move the puck, El!" Nathan yelled from the slot. I snapped my wrists. The puck slid through the snow. It bounced a couple of times before it hit Nathan’s tape. Then he fired a shot into the top corner of the net. Pryce just stood there, watching me through his mask. He did not even try to catch the puck. The air in the practice arena was really thick. The fans in the rafters were spinning fast. All they were doing was moving cold air and old sweat around. I took a breath through my mouth. My lungs felt empty. I could not hold the air. I had a taste in my mouth like I had been sucking on a copper coin. My skin was wet under my chest armor. It was not normal sweat. It was cold and greasy, and it smelled like crushed w

Chapter 48- Locking the Doors

Sebastian POV My rear tires screeched on the concrete of the underground loading bay. The black SUV jerked forward, its steel bumper just clearing the closing security gate. I saw camera flashes through the tinted window. The media had tracked us from the practice rink to the tower in under twelve minutes. "Stay down, sweetheart," I growled, reaching back over the console. My hand touched the fabric of his team's track jacket. Elliot was shaking. His skin felt hot like iron left in the sun. The air was thick with the smell of clover and boiling honey. He didn't answer. His fingers were locked on the doorknob, his chin pressed tight against his chest. I punched the key card into the private elevator terminal. The heavy steel doors opened with a hiss. I didn't wait for the vehicle to park. I killed the engine, grabbed Elliot, and hauled him out of the passenger side. His boots dragged on the concrete. He was out of balance, his head rolling back against my shoulder. "I have you," I

CHAPTER 49: THE DARK NEST

Elliot POV The darkness was really heavy. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest. I could not see my hand even when it was right in front of my face. The air conditioning had stopped working. It was really quiet. Everything smelled like wood and trees and my own special scent. "Sebastian," I said quietly. My voice was not very loud. It was like the sound just disappeared into the air. "I am here," Sebastian said from the darkness. His voice was low. It felt like it was vibrating against my ear. I could feel his chest moving against my back. His skin was really warm. My body started to shake. It was not because I was cold. I was still feeling the excitement from the ice rink. The power went out. My veins felt like they were filled with pieces of glass. I was not in control of my body anymore. I did not care about the people outside or the media. I just knew that we were locked in. It was dark. My body started to heat up fast. It was like a spark had been lit. My skin went f

CHAPTER 50: THE SAFE TAMPERING

Sebastian The backup generators made a humming noise through the floor. The overhead track lights stayed bright, casting a white glare over the bedroom. I swung my legs out of bed and put my bare feet on the cold hardwood floor. I did not look at the blood on my chest. The skin stung where Elliot had clawed me. I did not care about that now. My eyes were fixed on the corner of the room. The steel panel of the built-in safe was open by two inches. The digital screen above the handle was completely black. The bright blue fluid kept dripping from the seam of the door and made a sticky tap-tap sound as it hit the white wood. "Sebastian," Elliot muttered from the bed. He tried to sit up. The linens were tangled around his waist. His skin was still pink from the heat cycle. His blond hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. He squinted against the lights, and his shoulders trembled as the cold air hit his bare chest. "Stay there," I said. My voice was flat. I did not want him moving

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