“Wild that you didn’t just stay there,” Hayes said, shaking his head before going back to his food.
“It just felt too empty. It’s a lot of house for one man,” Kota explained. “It will be different with all of you there.”
“We’ll check it out soon, then,” Hayes said, coming around to the idea. It truly did solve everything we were working past.
“Oh, Rylan, I have something for you,” Kota said, moving on from the topic.
He still had the bag and pulled out the second jersey, holding it out for our omega to see.
Rylan let out a booming laugh when he saw the name on the back while Greer rumbled out a growl and narrowed his eyes at Kota who was unaffected.
“He’s my omega, too, delta. Don’t get your panties in a twist just because I beat you to the jerseys,” Kota said, not a bit sorry about it.
“Fine,” Greer grumbled. “But they’re wearing mine next time.”
“Now, now, boys. There’s enough omega to go around,” Rylan teased.
The look Greer gave him was downright possessive. Honestly, I loved it.
“Speaking of,” I said, “maybe we omegas should go back and get ready before the game.”
We finished off our plates before Rylan and I headed out, leaving the rest of them to do whatever pregame rituals they had.
I couldn’t wait to be sitting in the front row, watching my mates play hard on the ice, knowing they’d publicly claimed us in front of everyone. And next time it would be Abbott across the back of our jerseys for Greer. No matter what game I went to, the world was going to know that this was my pack.
And maybe I lied… maybe I did date hockey players after all.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Roxie
The stands were already full of cheering fans screaming for the Narwhals. Rylan and I were side by side right in the front. Both of our jerseys were matching, the name Mori blazing across the back.
We’d gotten more than a few looks, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the gossip magazines were screaming our names.
This would be the first time we’d see our pack play now that they were officially our pack.
We were playing against the Renegades tonight, and outside of the Wardens, they were the ones that hated us the most.
Us.
Listen to me already claiming the Narwhals as my own. How could I not? My alpha was a coach, and my two deltas were players.
Not just any players, either. The starting line. They were the first line to go in, the ones in the public eye the most.
There was going to be no hiding this from anyone. The Narwhals easily won the puck drop. Lachlan was our center, and he stole it right away, getting the game going.
Hockey was chaos.
The clashing of the centers, the right and left wings both trying their best to keep hold of the puck and support the center, the random fights… I could barely keep up.
“I really need to brush up on hockey. I don’t know half of what the fuck is going on,” Rylan said, letting out a little snort as another player was slammed into the shield between us and the ice.
“Me, neither,” I admitted, “but it’s exciting.”
It was also fucking freezing. I was definitely layering up better under my hoodie next time.
