“It might be a loose one, but we have a plan.”
“I’d rather have one of you at a time than none of you.”
“Same. Oh, that reminds me. My mom sent you something.” I gape at him.
“Your mom sent me something from Finland?” He nods and smiles, pulling out a medium-sized shipping box.
“You can look at it later, but she’s excited to meet you. I was thinking maybe after our first season we could all go out there and meet them.”
“I’ve never even left the country. I’d love that.” He grins and gives me a kiss.
“Your mom has been so kind to me, my mom would like to return the favor.” I furrow my brows and look at his perfectly handsome face. “Me and Kathy talk, and she might mail us baked goods from time to time.” I smile, thinking about how my mom hasn’t told me any of this, but loving the fact she seems to like my scent matches.
“We got pretty lucky with our moms,” I say tenderly, feeling sad for Eli and Mikael.
“We will just have to share with Eli and Mikael.”
“I like that idea.” I smile and kiss his temple.
“Just as long as I’m still Kathy’s favorite.” I laugh and push against his shoulder. I can’t help the yawn that takes over. “Let’s get to bed. Big day tomorrow.” He carries me to Mikael’s room, and I rumble with pleasure. I love the fact that he knew I would want to sleep where all of our scents are. I kiss his face a million times before I fall asleep with an Alpha on each side of me and Mikael’s head on my stomach. This is the life.
The guys left early for all of their pre-game stuff, and I drove to the stadium and got my ticket from will call. The stadium is chilly, but the atmosphere is alive with excitement, and I can tell the fans are pumped for the game. My seat is right by the glass, and I can’t help but feel a little special. There is a group of girls to my right, and the two seats to my left are empty for now.
I wait patiently for the festivities to begin, and I can’t help but overhear the girls next to me. “Supposedly, they have an Omega. No way is it going to work,” one of the girls scoffs.
“How the fuck do you have an Omega when you’re all traveling for different teams? They should just cut their losses and fuck me instead.” The girls laugh, and I swallow thickly, knowing they are talking about my guys. There’s just no way they are talking about someone else.
“It was my two-year plan to fuck Mikael Martel. I don’t plan on giving up either.”
“Good luck with that. Eli would be the easier target.”
I’ve had enough. I clear my throat absurdly loud, and the girls all look over at me. “You okay, sweetie?” the one who looks a little too drunk for a Thursday at 2 p.m. asks.
“Just watching my Alphas play hockey,” I say with a grin on my face, trying to take the high road. They scoff but lower their voices and talk to themselves. I turn and find an extremely uptight couple glaring at me as they take their seats next to me.
The woman is wearing a tailored pea coat, and her red hair is half up with the rest in loose curls. “You must be Charlotte?” she says in a fake friendly voice. I swallow thickly and nod my head. None of the guys told me to expect to sit next to someone who knew about me.
“I am.”
“We’re Eli’s parents.”
“Oh, nice to meet you.” I hold out my hand. His mother looks at it, and then looks back up. His father is a very plain man. He looks rich but bland as he ignores me and sits down.
“Jean and Edward Beckford. Pleasure,” Jean says, sitting down. “So you were able to make a game?” Her voice is so snide and rude. But it’s Eli’s mom, so I do my best to be overly friendly.
“Yes, I live in Vermont, so it’s not easy to make all the games. Plus, they needed time to focus.”
“How do you plan on letting them focus if they’re all worried about you at home when they’re playing professionally?” Edward chimes in, not even looking at me but staring at the ice before us.
“We’re going to make it work.”
“So naïve, just like Eli. Never thinking things through. So emotional, that boy.” I really want to punch Eli’s mom in the tit.
“We’re scent matches.”
“And?” His mom gives me a glare.
“You might be a Beta and not understand the relevance, but it’s the equivalent of having a soulmate.”
