“Johannson, right?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Are you excited to be starting goalie again?”
“I guess,” he says, rubbing his freshly shaven jaw.
“All it took was putting a little something in Owen’s water bottle. I hope you’re able to sleep at night.” I’m going completely off my gut and hoping that he’s shocked enough that he backs himself in a corner.
His eyes go wide, and he shakes his head. “I didn’t… I just wanted to make him tired.”
I see red.
My fist connects with his jaw before I can even think, and I’m shaking out my hand as he cups his face. A large arm wraps around my waist and picks me up off the ground, so I can’t take another step forward.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Alexi nearly growls in my ear.
“He admitted it. He is the one who was drugging Owen.”
Suddenly I’m dropped and Alexi is pushing Johannson against the wall. Owen is in shock, I expect anger, but all I see is sadness. I take a step on his other side and hold his hand with my good hand, happy that I’m no longer planning on being a surgeon. Injuring your hand is a big no no.
Alexi has Johannson by the suit jacket as he pushes him against the wall. “You could have fucking killed him!” he screams in his face. Cameras are flashing, and teammates are rushing over to attempt to pull him off.
Johannson looks over at Owen, guilt written all over his face. “I really just thought they would make you tired and you would get pulled from the game and I’d get to play.”
Alexi grips his jacket harder, pulling him away from the wall before banging him against the cement. His head makes an audible thud against the surface. As Alexi’s hand slowly starts to wrap around Johannson’s neck, I’m thankful for Coach Applegate, Mikael, and Eli intervening to pull him off of the piece of shit who dared to hurt my Omega.
Alexi’s chest puffs up with each breath as his teammates tug him away, and Johannson sinks to the floor.
“I’ve already called the police,” Coach Applegate says, looking down at the traitor. Clear disgust is written in his expression. “Connery, you good?”
“Yeah,” he says softly, and their coach rubs his eye sockets with the palms of his hand.
“Winning the fucking Cup shouldn’t be this fucking stressful,” he groans as he looks back at my Omega. “You did good with the reporters today, but you're fucking crazy if you think I’m letting them take your name off this win. You deserve it just as every member on this team does, probably even more for being the goalie. I’m not going to let anything else fuck up this win for you. Your name will be on the Cup, and this piece of shit is going to jail,” he says in disgust.
“Thanks, Coach,” Owen says softly, his eyes not leaving the other goalie who sits on the floor with his face in his hands. He squats down to get on his level, and the man looks at my Omega. I swear to God, if he tries anything, I’ll end him. When I look over at Alexi, I can tell he’s on the same page. “I would have done anything to make my dream come true. But I would have never harmed someone else. I hope you figure yourself out and find a way to live with what you did.”
He doesn’t forgive him or say anything else, he just stands and straightens out his suit jacket, looking at Alexi and me. “Let’s go home,” he says.
Alexi wraps an arm around his shoulder, and I take his hand in mine. All of us leave the stadium knowing that it’s the last time either of them will leave as players for the Foxes. I know it’s hard for both of them, but I can tell there’s a lightness in their step, an eagerness to move on.
“How's your hand?” Alexi asks. I stretch out my fingers and wince, but movement is everything.
“Probably just bruised.”
“I’d say we need to work on your violent tendencies when it comes to our Omega, but I don’t think it will do much good.”
I squeeze Owen’s hand in mine for reassurance. “It sure wouldn’t.”
“You know that was way hotter than it needed to be, both of you,” Owen says, and I shake my head.
“You can’t go around saying things like that, you remember what your doctor said.”
“Of course I fucking remember,” he grumbles.
“Only a few more weeks.”
“Yeah, well, tell that to my dick,” he says, making Alexi and I laugh. “It’s not funny. I’ve had a hard on twenty-four-seven, and he tells me no sexual activity until he knows my heart is good to go.”
