Page 109 of Chaos At Second Sight

Logan beamed, pulling me behind him and leading me straight to a tall, stoic man in the stands. “Bunny Doc, meet Big Feet.”

Jonathan Draven studied me in silence, his intense eyes narrowing ever so slightly. I blushed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Sit with him,” Logan said, happy as a clam. Probably because he’d gotten to introduce us himself, unlike what happened with Bellatrix and Killian.

Before I could reply, he simply scooped me up like I was a small child and deposited me into the empty seat next to his father.

This was one of those moments I wished we could already mind-link. That only happened after completing the mating bond, or if you were from the same pack. Still, I did my best to convey my thoughts and stared at him with a glare that said, When we are alone, you’ll hear about this! Thank Stephen that Amaia slid into the seat to my left.

“Your game’s about to start,” was all his father said.

Logan nodded with a grin, planted another kiss on my mouth, then said in a hoarse voice, “See you when I score that touchdown for you, bunny cheeks.” He squeezed them one more time and jogged away, leaving me flustered and wanting to spank him.

The Dark Diamond’s Alpha was nothing like his pups. Quiet, reserved. I assumed we wouldn’t speak at all, his eyes never leaving his son. Then Logan broke the other captain’s bone, the crack eerie.

“That’ll definitely need a doctor,” I muttered as Logan casually launched a perfect pass while the poor captain remained on the ground.

“Ribs?” Jonathan asked.

I squinted. “Intercostals.”

“Maybe a torn oblique?”

I glanced at him with a hint of surprise. “That’s possible.”

And just like that, the conversation flew.

There was something calming about him. He asked questions without prying and listened without interrupting—a breath of fresh air after my intrusive family.

“Do you like medicine, sir?”

“If I hadn’t become Alpha, I would have studied medicine,” he said, eyes following Logan as he flattened another defender. “I’ve always liked people’s hearts.”

“I think you would’ve made a great cardiologist.”

“You should come to our pack for dinner sometime.” His large watch gleamed under the stadium lights, his wrist the size of my ankle. I noticed that there wasn’t a single mark on his neck—Logan’s mom hadn’t marked him.

“I’d like that. Thank you, sir.”

“Jonathan,” he corrected. “Or Big Feet.”

He smiled at me for the very first time, and I returned it.

I couldn’t imagine why my father disliked this kind man so much. It was one of those mysteries that would remain.

“Does your father still have a weak right wrist?” he asked.

“I think so. Why?”

Jonathan only smiled, the tiniest lift at one corner of his mouth. Mystery solved. Mr. Draven, you sneaky wolf.

A roar from the field pulled my attention away. Dark Diamond scored another touchdown right before halftime. I rubbed at my sternum, hoping the ball of anxiety coiled there would unwind, but as I watched Killian and Logan clash in a hug and teammates pile on top of them, I knew it’d coil right back up as soon as Logan played again.

I couldn’t help worrying for him, though there was never a need. He was a sight to behold. Not every wereball player who stepped into the arena had that confidence, that control, that eagerness. Watching him, I wondered how different he really was from Lucien, how separate the man and the beast were. Logan insisted they were total opposites, but from up here? It was plain as day for me to see they weren’t.

And as worried as I was that he was the biggest target on the field, nobody managed to hurt him. The crowd tried—they threw rocks, bottles, and at some point an entire desk. But he dodged everything without breaking stride or missing the chance to send me those shameless smiles.

And judging by the way he grinned every time, he could definitely hear my heart racing.