He swats my ass, and I feel myself getting hard against his shoulder. His scent thickens, and I know if I don’t diffuse this situation soon, it’s going to get out of control.
“Put me down, I’ll get ready.”
He smacks my ass one more time, and I bite my bottom lip to hold back a whimper. He drags me down his front, and when I look up into his brown eyes, I can see how dilated his pupils are.
“You have five minutes,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. I nod and quickly take my medicine, deodorize, and pack up my shit.
The one thing I truly hate about the NHL, besides the fact that I’m barred based on my designation, is the fact that we have to constantly travel wearing suits. I know mine is a crumpled mess on the floor and that I’m going to look like a mess on the plane.
But when I leave the bathroom, Alexi has my suit pressed and left it on the bed. The team captain looks at me skeptically while he stands by the door of the hotel.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Thanks for ironing my suit.” He nods and looks over my frame, like he’s interested and analyzing me at the same time.
“Anything for you,so´lnyshka.”He opens the door, and we leave the hotel. He doesn’t say anything to me the entire trip back to Connecticut.
CHAPTER12
Owen Connery is a fucking Omega, and he’s hiding it. He’s doing it well enough that no one else has caught on. But having shared a space with him, it’s evident.
Beta my fucking ass.
Not only did I catch a small whiff of his scent, but the way he passed out with all those pillows around him, while adorable, was a huge red flag.
I’m going to keep the broody Omega’s secret, for now. I’m not even going to tell him that I know. I have a feeling if he knew he had been found out, he would panic and things would just become worse. Plus, I can understand the motivation. He wants to be in the NHL, and Omegas are barred from playing.
It’s not right, but I understand why. Omegas are seen as precious beings that need to be protected at all costs, they’re smaller, more fragile. Not only that, it’s a safety issue for everyone. It’s fucked up to say, but it’s a huge distraction when the majority of players are Alphas as well. I didn’t say that it was right, just that I understand some of the rules.
Owen isn’t tall, but he has a strong build, a body he has probably had to work ten times harder for than anyone else on our team. My heart hurts when I think about this weight that he must be carrying and how it’s affecting him. He has to be on so many medications and deodorizers to pass as a Beta. He’s doing a good job of it.
If I hadn’t been around him when he was showering, I might have had my suspicions, but I wouldn’t have known for certain.
I was drawn to him before knowing this information, and it makes me feel guilty. I liked that he was a Beta and was who he was, but why am I even more intrigued that I know his secret? I wonder if Piper has any clue. I would imagine not.
It’s been on my mind for days now, and I’ve kept it to myself and made sure not to let Owen know that I’m on to his little secret.
The only negative to Owen being an Omega is his standing with the NHL. He’s really fucking good and deserves to be here. I truly think that he can help bring us that Cup. Not only that, but I feel like Piper is only going to be more into him when she finds out his designation. There’s only so much time he can keep this charade up for. I’m a selfish asshole for wanting it to be till the end of the season.
I’m a piece of shit for the way I’m thinking about him. I push my sweaty hair off my face and watch as Piper lifts weights at the ass crack of dawn.
I’ve given her as much space as I’m willing. But I’ve missed her, and something tells me that the Alpha needs a little relief, which I’m more than willing to give.
She knows that I’m here. She’s glanced over at me a few times. She looks tired and withdrawn, and I can’t help this urge to want to make everything better for her. I know she’s strong, intelligent, and independent. But I have this gut feeling that no one has ever truly taken care of Piper. I don’t want to coddle her. I want to be her person.
God, I have my hands fucking full. An Omega hiding their designation and a female Alpha who doesn’t seem keen on ever asking for help. But if anyone is going to bring these two together, it’s gonna be me.
She stops lifting, her chest rising and falling with exertion as she takes off her headphones and walks over to me. With her this close, I can see the dark circles under her eyes and the tension in her shoulders.
“What do you want, Alexi?” she says in a bored tone.
“I wanted to see you,” I reply. Not wanting to joke around with her, she doesn’t seem in the mood. A dusting of color meets her cheeks, and she shakes her head.
“Alexi,” she sighs and shakes her head. I’m so obsessed with this girl I’m about to ask her if she wants me to go down on her to take away her stress, but I need more.
“Do you want to get breakfast?” I ask instead. She tilts her head and looks at me in a way she hasn’t before. Like I’m a lifeline and not some dipshit Alpha who won’t leave her alone.
“Okay,” she says, wrapping her arms around herself. “Fifteen minutes?”
