“I heard that the Dragons consider her their good luck charm,” Ares says.
“She very well could be,” I murmur. “Caelia Freedman is a force to be reckoned with, even if she’s unsure of that at times.”
“I heard you took her up to your room,” he says softly. “Is that really a good idea?”
“If you’re trying to tell me that I need to watch where I put my dick, I’m probably not the right person to say that to,” I grunt.
I make a quick decision to switch out some of the players on the ice, and then watch as they head out as soon as it’s time.
“It’s serious, Ares,” I say finally. “A lot has changed since we last were in New Orleans.”
“I heard that you introduced her as your scent match,” he sighs. “Congratulations, that’s big. I just don’t know how it’ll all work.”
“I’ll figure it out,” I say. “Yes! Go! Go!”
I’m only half listening to Ares because I refuse to let anyone sway me in my decisions. If you aren’t feeding, financing, or fucking me, then you can get fucked. Funny enough, my mother told me those are the three ‘f’s’ that matter, and I’ve never forgotten it.
I’m due to call her soon. I have a feeling she’ll like Caelia.
Standing, I watch as Axel takes control of the puck and begins skating hard. It’s passed back and forth as the Dragons’ defense aggressively tries to make things difficult for our team, and I wince. One of the most difficult things as a coach is remembering how it felt to be on the ice, battling it out, and how the crush of being slammed into the boards felt.
I think on the other hand, it also keeps me sharp.
Levon assists as he circles around the goal, passing it as two players crash into him. My heart is in my throat as the stadium screams, and the stands are a lot more full than they were the last time we were here.
Thorne smoothly catches the puck on his blade as if it was choreographed, and I watch as he takes a lower shot than usual. The goalie can’t stop the puck, and I yell with excitement.
“Yes! That’s the way!” I yell.
God, it’s hard to believe that we’re nowhere near finished yet. I fucking love the way that nothing is written in stone until the last buzzer sounds.
16
CAELIA
I’m having a hard time remembering to take photos because this game is so freaking close. Instead, I have my video camera up on a stand and recording so that I can go through it later to pull still images from it.
We do what we can, right?
The score is currently tied, and they’re playing fiercely. There’s not much time on the clock, and I’m chewing nervously on the inside of my lip. I’m pretty sure we’re going to go into overtime.
Another fight breaks out in front of me, and I lean back as the players pummel each other. I can’t tell who they are, but blood flies as they beat the fuck out of each other. Dad yells for someone to pull them apart, and adrenaline fills my veins as I shake.
My anxiety is so much better than it has been before, but I only have four more heat pills left. That’s not so great, which means I may need to talk to the guys about this. They promiseda heat wouldn’t be as imbalanced in power as I’ve built it up in my mind. Maybe I need to stop reading so many articles about it.
The experiences are all told anonymously, yet few are actually positive.
Except, Miles didn’t push for more. Things were really nice, and the alpha can use his tongue in ways I’ve never imagined.
“Cae, are you good?”
My gaze jerks up to see my Dad looking at me worried, and I realize he’s making sure I’m okay after watching the fight.
“I’m good!” I say, giving him a smile.
My father gives me a grin and looks back at the game, happy that I’m not freaking out. I haven’t run into anyone yet from his old team except for Miles. I looked them all up the other day because knowledge is power, and found that the Dragons will be playing against them in a few weeks.
After this game, we have a week off, which means I can take a breather to figure out my life.
