He responds immediately.
Lincoln: Drive safely. You’re precious cargo, Baby. I’ll see you soon.
My face beams with pride at him considering me precious cargo. The three of them have done wonders for my confidence, showing me how an alpha should treat their omega, the person they love. I head straight to the car, the ride to his office uneventful. I even manage to hit every green light along the way.
When I pull up at his office, he’s already standing outside waiting for me. He doesn’t even give me a chance to come to a stop before he’s running to the driver’s side of the car. I smile, roll down the window, and he leans in and kisses me.
I thought you wanted to be a passenger princess?
I do. But I wanted to kiss you first. It’s been since this morning that I’ve tasted your lips on mine.
A few of the signs weren’t perfect, but I’m still amazed at how quickly he’s picking it up. Even Korbin and Milton are doing great.
He runs around to the passenger side and gets in the car, rubbing his hands together, then placing them in front of the vent to warm them up.
How long were you waiting outside?
Long enough to wish I’d put my gloves on.
We both laugh as he places his hand on my thigh, squeezing it gently.
“We have a change in plans,” he says. “The guys aren’t able to leave. Their prick coach is making them practice this afternoon to make up for being out during your heat. Claims they missed valuable ice time for an omega that’s not even approved by their matchmaker.”
My heart breaks. I hate that they’re being reprimanded because of me. I feel his hand on my cheek, wiping the tears I didn’t even know had fallen from my eyes.
His whole posture changes.
“Nope, you’re not going to cry. That bullshit with the matchmaker isn’t anything we wanted. We don’t care what they think. You’re our omega, and our place is with you. It’s where we want to be. Once we’re done courting and marking you as ours, it will all be official.”
“Okay.” It just slips from my mouth. “Then let’s go pick up some food and take it to them. I’m thinking some subs sound good.”
“They do sound good.” He winks at me. “Just one thing.”
“What?” I ask while signing. Confused that there’s more.
“I’m going to have you naked in my bed tonight.”
A laugh bursts from me. “You fucking had me worried,” I scold him, already blushing.
“But you didn’t say no,” he reminds me.
“No, I didn’t.” I lean in, kissing him again—quick this time—then pull away before it leads to something more scandalous happening right in front of his office.
“First stop is the Sub Shack. I’ll let them know what we’re doing and get their orders,” he says.
“Then the next stop is the Scorpions’ rink,” I add.
About forty-five minutes later we’re walking into the Scorpion training rink. A blast of cold air hits me the second we step inside the building. The sharp scent of ice and sweat overpowers me. Our team is on the ice, still practicing, their skates digging and cutting into the ice as tiny black pucks fly across the rink.
I spot them immediately. Milton and Korbin moving like they were born on blades.
Raising my hand, I wave at them as Lincoln guides me over to a seat. I can’t help but notice the looks I’m getting. Players are glaring at me with irritation, curiosity, and I suddenly feel like an interloper on their turf.
Lincoln must notice it too, as we sit down and he places the bags of food in the seat beside him.
Ignore them. They’re jealous they don’t have you,he signs.
We sit there for about another ten minutes, and I’m suddenly thankful that the subs are cold and not hot. Then the whistle blows, releasing them for lunch. They skate over, stopping at the edge of the ice to pull their blade protectors from their bags andput them on. Once they take off their helmets and gloves and place them on their bags, they head straight to us, their breaths coming out in heavy pants.
