Although, I’m not sure how much of that was hockey. He still seems to be in the honeymoon phase of bonding, which I don’t mind in the slightest. I see him across the room, drinking a beer and chatting with Sam with their usual serious expressions. When he sees me, he grins, and it causes my own to tilt up in amusement.
See? He’s just a big cinnamon roll.
“I’m so happy for them,” Rory says, looking at the screen. Pack Pearson set off on a road trip to be at the draft inperson, so Dax is taking a lot of footage of everyone here at Alpha Xi. He’s really taken it upon himself to document the party thrown in Atlas’s honor. He’s already made a few rounds with his video camera, and I guarantee he’ll be coming around again when the draft starts, and we finally find out whether or not he will play professionally next season.
“Me too.” Opal grins. “Stacia finished her book, didn’t she?”
“Yes!” Rory exclaims excitedly. “She sent it to her editor last week. She’s so glad to finally have a break for a while.”
“I don’t blame her, she’s been perfecting it for like a year now,” my scent match adds.
“She deserves a break, for sure. For a few months at least.”
“How are you spending your summer, Rory?” I ask her, hopping into the conversation.
“That production ofCatsneeded more tech crew members, so I signed on. Good thing, too, since Jett’s callback audition did well.”
“Oh, that’s awesome!” Opal exclaims. “What role did he get?”
“He got the lead, Rum Tum Tugger.”
My omega snorts. “Rum Tum Tugger.”
I hide my smile behind my hand, but Rory isn’t deterred and just laughs with her. “I know, but apparently he has to sing! I had no idea he knew how to sing,” she whispers conspiratorially. “He’s really good. Like I needed any more reason to want to tear his clothes off.”
A laugh escapes me just as our alphas come to sit beside us. Everett and Jett find us a second later, the omega circle officially over as we settle in with our drinks.
“Should we be nervous?” I ask them. “I don’t know much about hockey. What are his odds?”
“I’m in the same boat as you, unfortunately,” Sam answers as he puts his arm around my shoulder.
“He’ll get picked,” Thatcher says confidently.
Everett adds. “He’s been looked at by different teams since last year. If he doesn’t get picked, then there’s a conspiracy.”
“A conspiracy?” Dax asks when he comes back into the room, his camera still in his hand. “I love a conspiracy, tell me.”
Jett snorts. “Stop pointing that thing at me.”
“Jettson, sir, you’re going to have to get used to it if your career plan pans out,” he responds.
“My name isn’t Jettson.”
“Yeah, and my name isn’t Daxter,” he huffs out, trying to make a point.
Opal and I look at each other, our eyes wide, before we turn back to him. “You mean… like the video game?”
The blond alpha looks at us in shock. “How the hell did you know that?”
Rory laughs. “They’re video game nerds, Dax. They’ve heard of everything.”
“Wait, is it really your name?” Opal asks. “I thought you two were just bantering.”
Jett’s teasing grin grows. “He keeps calling me Jettson because I won’t stop calling him by his full name.”
He groans as he sits down beside his pack mates. “My mother should have never told you.”
“I loved that game!” I freak out. “It was one of my favorites. Holy shit, is one of your parents a fan?”
