I’d never been escorted out of our arena before, but even the gated private parking didn’t feel safe anymore.
Not when people had been able to throw themselves onto the ice and stop our game.
“Word is they’re going to have a meeting to decide whether deltasandbetas are allowed to stay,” Conrad said quietly.
“They can’t do that,” Wilder growled, but panic was rising in his eyes. “Are your parents really going to have enough leverage to change the board’s mind?”
“My dads hold three board seats,” Lana said firmly. “They have a voice, and they’re going to use it.”
“You don’t have a delta dad,” Lennon pointed out.
“No,” she said, her determination staying steady. “But I have two delta mates.”
“That they don’t know about,” Conrad added.
“Well,” Lana said, lifting her chin. “I hope you guys are ready to meet the parents.”
The pack bond flared with a mix of unease and resolve. I sent reassurance through it, even if I wasn’t fully feeling it myself.
I shouldn’t have been surprised by the mansion we pulled up to. I knew her parents had money. The iron gate slid open after Conrad punched in a code, and we drove up the winding path to the estate.
He didn’t knock, simply pushing the door open and calling out. “Mom? Dad? We’re here.”
The sharp click of heels echoed across marble floors before a striking omega with Lana’s same blonde hair rushed in. Shepulled Lana into a tight hug, then Conrad, her voice shaking as she spoke.
“I’m so glad you’re safe. That was insane," she said. “Your dads are already on the phone with the board.”
“Mom, we need them to speak up against this. I have a pack now. Two of which are deltas,” she said, gesturing to us. Her mom’s gaze shifted between us before back to her daughter.
“Sweetheart, I’m so happy for you,” she said, giving her another hug, then coming over to give us one. She smelled like flowers and was far more grounded than I expected.
“Let’s fix this.” Her mother didn’t hesitate. She turned on her heels and marched us straight toward the office.
Mama Flynn didn’t knock as she pushed the door open. The three alphas were huddled around a desk and clicked the phone to mute themselves quickly.
The alphas looked grim, but their expressions softened when they saw Lana.
“We need you to put a stop to this. Our team and my pack are right at the center,” she begged her dads.
“I know,” the head alpha said, giving her a quick hug before shaking our hands.
“We’re not meeting under ideal circumstances,” he said after the greetings, voice heavy. “But we’ll make it work.”
He unmuted the call, voice steady and authoritative as he spoke about the current status of the league, the players, the past playoffs, and the undeniable impact deltas and betas had already had.
“Not only have they expanded the reach of the AHA, we owe it to them to listen to our players before making any decisions.”
The argument was heated, voices clashing until one commanding voice cut through them all.
“We are not making a decision tonight. One week from today, we will hold an open forum at AHA headquarters. Players will speak for themselves, then.”
“Yes, sir,” Lana’s dad said.
When the call ended, he looked at us with a serious expression. “You have to gather every delta you can and convince them to speak. Bring facts. Statistics. Keep emotions out of it as much as you can. We’ll do what we can from our end, but you have to put the work in.”
Lana squeezed my hand as she promised we’d do our best.
“Thanks, Dad. This is the chance we needed.”
