All Chapters of Married to My Rival Alpha(MM Romance): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elliot POVThe light on the camera stopped blinking. It just stayed on, staring at me through the morning in the penthouse.Dana was behind the camera. She dropped her hand.I looked into the lens. My fingers dug into the arms of the chair. My jersey felt tight against my chest. The silver 'C' on my jersey caught the light. I remembered all the times I had worked hard for it."My name is Elliot Gray," I said. My voice was steady. "I am the captain of the Redmoor Wolves. My roster number is twenty-two. A while ago, the International Hockey Federation said I had to leave the league. They said I did not follow the rules. They said I cheated. I want to tell you what that means."The writer from the Toronto paper leaned forward. He stopped writing. The room was completely quiet."I am an Omega," I said.The words felt like a punch to the room. Nobody moved. The journalists just stared at me."I have been playing hockey at a level for six years," I said. "I had to hide that I am an Omega. I

Elliot POVThe kitchen monitor screen kept flashing pictures of the crowds outside the Queens training facility. There were thousands of people wearing silver jerseys all pressed up against the barricades. I could hear my name being chanted by all those people who had only seen me wearing a face shield and heavy armor.I put my forehead on Sebastian's chest and grabbed his suit jacket really tight. The shock of the broadcast was starting to wear off, and now I just felt empty and scared inside. I could still smell the cedar scent on Sebastian's skin. It was not enough to make me feel better.The technical crew was packing up their equipment, leaving quickly. They kept looking at us before they took their stuff and headed to the service elevator. They wanted to get out of the penthouse before it got too crowded outside.Aris said, "The garage downstairs is already closed." He looked at his screen, said, "The building security is putting up gates around the perimeter. The press vans are

Elliot POVMy skates made a hissing sound on the floor of the tunnel. It felt like my shin guards and pads were really heavy. I was holding my stick so tight that it was making marks on my gloves.I stopped at the edge of the tunnel where the floor ends. The ice starts.The crowd was making a lot of noise. It was like the sound was vibrating inside my helmet. This was our first home game since everyone found out about me on TV. I was nervous about playing in front of all those people who knew my secret.Nathan stood next to me. His big shoulder pads bumped into mine. I could see his breath in the air."Do not look up at the seats," Nathan said. His voice was rough and low. "Do not look at the glass behind the benches. Just look at the line on the ice. We go out, we... We take turns.""They are cheering for me, Nathan," I said quietly. I was really scared. My heart was beating fast. I could taste the fear in my mouth."Just listen to how loud they are," Nathan said. He put his hand on

Sebastian POVThe city lights outside my office window looked like a grid of white and blue. Rain was pouring down on the glass, making the headlights on Sixth Avenue below look all weird. It was four in the morning. The air in the suite felt tense, smelling like old coffee, printer ink, and a bit of my cedar scent.Elliot shifted on the leather sofa behind me. He muttered something in his sleep, his fingers gripping the edge of the blanket. Without the suppressants, his presence filled the room like a touch. His natural scent of winter frost and crisp linen was soft now, quieted by exhaustion. It still helped me focus.I looked back at the terminal on my desk. The encrypted message from Commissioner Devereux glowed in text across the screen.We need a closed-door arbitration meeting immediately, just me. No lawyers, and bring your mate."He is bleeding out," Aris said, stepping into the office. He did not look at the sofa where Elliot was resting. He kept his head down, his thumbs cli

Elliot POVThe edge of the sink dug into my palms. My hands were shaking. Cold water was running from the tap. It was loud in the small space of the penthouse master bathroom. I looked down at the stream. My knuckles were white.Outside the frosted-glass door, the penthouse was quiet. Sebastian was there. He didn't move much. He didn't make a sound. I could feel him. Since the suppressants had cleared my system, his presence felt like a weight against the walls. Now that weight was heavy with a dark, anxious feeling that matched my own. He knew something was wrong. An Alpha always knew when his mate was scared.I turned off the tap. The sudden silence made my ears ring.My gaze went to the leather kit on the counter. It was a biometric biological marker panel, the kind the league couldn't track. Aris had smuggled it into the garage an hour ago, hiding it inside a stack of game jerseys. No team doctors. No league electronic medical files. If Commissioner Devereux got his hands on a med