But no one did as I expected them to. They were happy for me. And it felt amazing. Finally, everything was coming up roses for me.
Milton and Lincoln were ready to take me home that very morning to pack all my belongings, but I had to slow them down. They already wanted to look at homes, but they were trying to wait until they knew if they were going to be traded to another team. It was a no-brainer that they’d want to be close to whatever rink they’d be playing at. A small part of me worries that it might be in an entirely different city or state. I’d follow them; there’s no doubt about that, but the uncertainty that comes with the change is what has me unnerved.
I did go home long enough to pack some more clothing, favorite stuffies, and of course my laptop and camera. I still havea job to work at, and I love my job with the Krakens. I’ll forever be thankful to Benton for helping me get it.
Finishing some updates on the Krakens’ website, I set my laptop down on the coffee table and raise my arms above my head while I arch back into the couch and stretch. My stomach decides to contract, angry that I haven’t eaten yet.
I tap my sock-covered toes on the floor before deciding to message the guys that I want us all to go out to eat together. I’m sure they’re hungry, and I’m already missing them.
Picking up my phone, I open our group chat and message them. I’m hoping like hell that Korbin and Milton are done with practice. I know the general manager of the Scorpions and their coach gave them grief about being out while I was in heat. They aren’t bonded with me, and according to them, that technically didn’t warrant them missing practice. I think they’re just pissed that I’m not the omega that bitch Marilyn picked for them.
Me: I’m starving. I miss my alphas. How does lunch sound?
Lincoln: Sounds good. I miss my omega too.
Korbin: We have another meeting with Coach, but we’re free after that. We’re getting ready to go to his office. How does thirty minutes sound?
Milton: What are you hungry for, Baby?
I laugh, heat rising in my core. Debating whether I should answer the way I want or not tempts me. But the vixen in me takes over.
Me: I’m hungry for my alphas’ knots. But I need food first.
Milton: You can have my knot anytime you want. Tie me up and you can make sure I’m always available for you.
Milton: WTF Korbin. Why did you smack me upside the head?
Lincoln: Aren’t the two of you together? Why the hell are you asking him in the chat if he’s beside you?
Korbin: Because he’s an idiot.
Milton: No, that's not it. I want my girl to know how mean her surly alpha is being to me.
Korbin: NM him. Where do you want to go, Bayleigh?
Lincoln: I can pick you up.
Korbin: And we can meet you at the restaurant.
Me: No, I want to pick you up. At least you, Lincoln. I’m sure Korbin and Milton will be done for the day, anyway.
Lincoln: Oh, I get to be the passenger princess, huh?
Me: LOL, I love that. I’m going to brush my hair and put on my shoes, then I’ll be on my way. Are you at the office?
Lincoln: Yes.
Milton: We can stop on the way to pick you up a crown, Lincoln.
Lincoln: Keep it up, asshole, and we’ll have our own lunch. I’m hungry for some sweet slick, anyway.
I can’t help but laugh, messaging quickly to let Lincoln know I’ll be leaving in just a couple of minutes. He promises to be on the lookout for me. I’m supposed to come up with where I want to eat by the time I get to him.
I debate changing my clothes, but decide that my jeans and oversized sweater are cute. And I actually like the way I look in them. The only thing missing is boots, and I just so happen to have my favorite pair of charcoal-colored ones here.
Before I walk out the door, I send a message just to Lincoln.
Me: I’m walking out the door now.
