Back From the Dead: You know I’m going straight to Eternal Paradise. I’m a good boy after all.
Kellan’s praise kink was turning into a bit of an obsession for me, and I laughed out loud as I read through the message thread. I didn’t have to use voice-to-text as often since Slade had shown me adyslexiafont on my phone that changed the size and shading of the messages. He’d promised more lessons soon, and for once the prospect was exciting.
*Back From the Dead has changed Care Bear’s name*
Fluffy Care Bear: Refer to yourself as a good boy one more time, Golden. One. More. Fucking. Time.
Fluffy Care Bear: KELLAN. That’s it, I’m smashing you into the boards today. Screw the other team. I’m gunning for you.
Back From the Dead: Aw, you wouldn’t do that. You love me, you big old softie. I bet you cried when I was dying.
*Back From the Dead has changed Fluffy Care Bear’s name*
The swirl of anticipation of what Finley’s name would be this time indicated that I was far too into this conversation. I did love these text threads, and today the feeling was stronger than ever because Finley hadn’t left the chat yet.
Big Daddy Alpha: Little Omega, we’ll be ready to leave in about twenty minutes. These two morons are already on their way to the game. The bus is taking the full team since it’s not at our home rink this time. It’s at Golden Dashers’ rink on the other side of Golden Claw.
*Big Daddy Alpha has changed his name*
Pretty Mate: I’m just getting ready. Will be down in ten minutes.
My heart jolted at my new name in the chat, and I wondered if I’d ever get used to being called mate in the way Kellan used it. A claiming. A forever.
Build a Bear: They have home ice advantage, but you know what we have…
Back From the Dead: Emme’s face on your cock to bring you luck?
My face flushed, and I was very happy there was no one in the room with me to see my flustered features. Though, my various stalkers were probably watching anyway.
*Build a Bear has left the chat*
Well, it was nice while it lasted, and honestly, that still felt like huge growth for us as a pack.
Slade: Most of the family will be with us today for Kellan’s first game back. Prepare yourself, Snow.
Aw, Slade was in the chat too, even though he no longer usedScary Shifter.
Fuck, was I sitting here with heart eyes? Were they all watching said heart eyes via invisible security cameras?
Pretty Mate: I’m prepared. Looking forward to meeting them all.
Needing a minute, I threw my phone on the bathroom cabinet and ignored the next chime as I blow-dried my hair and applied minimal makeup. I wore Kellan’s jersey again, but had decided to also add a tiny teal thirty-four to the corner of my cheek. Not that I was particularly fond of Finley, but I felt the need to show pack support and unity today. Especially in the face of everything that had happened lately.
I hadn’t been out of the house or family compound to experience it firsthand, but Cora had told me that the rumor mill was in full force around Golden Claw. Everyone was speculating about what had happened in Silver City, who I really was, and why my mom’s old pack was trying to steal me. Questions I would also like answers to.
When I was ready, I picked up the phone again and let it read me the next few messages.
Slade: Famous last words. The family can be a lot, but I will keep them in line.
Call Me Daddy: Do not kill anyone today, Slade. I don’t have the time or energy to clean up the mess.
Call Me Daddy: Fucking hell, Kellan. How did you change my name again? Listen, you have one more day of leeway because you almost died. But come tomorrow, you better sort your shit out, or I’ll make that witch magic feel like a bubble bath.
I snorted at his newest name for Hunter, and the fact that only Slade was scary enough for Kellan not to mess with during these chats.
Pretty Mate: Why is Slade the only one without a cute nickname?
Where my need to shit-stir dangerous alphas came from, I’d never know. But here we were.
