“I’m just going to get cleaned up,” I say. I nearly have to pry his hands off of me. I don’t dare look back and see his face as I walk over to the bathrooms in the locker room.
I clean myself up with shaking hands, both from the intense orgasm I had with Alexi and my overwhelming nerves over the fact that he’s going to drive me home.
I’m trying to reason with myself the entire time that I get cleaned up. When I have myself in somewhat decent order, I walk back out to the locker room. Alexi is sitting in his locker, his elbows on his knees as he looks at me.
“Piper—”
“Can you take me home please?” He looks dejected, and I feel guilty about putting that look there. What is wrong with me?
“Yeah,” he says.
The walk to his car and the drive is dead silent. I want to apologize for how I acted after, but there’s a lot to dissect there. Alexi said a lot of things during sex that scared me. He mentioned Owen being our Beta, how he was my Alpha, I locked his fucking massive Alpha dick.
I rub my face and look out the window as he pulls up to my house.
Of course he knows where I live.
I’m about to just open the door without a word like an asshole. “Piper, can we talk?” I look back at him, his big brown eyes pleading with mine.
“Today has been a lot. Can we talk later?” I ask, I need time to process and not spew every single thing I’m thinking right now.
“You get a week,” he says while still holding on to my arm.
“What?” I blink back at him confused.
“You have a week to think about this, and if you don’t come to me to talk about it, well, I’ll hunt your ass down.”
I blink at him, and he smirks. Why do I both hate and love that this larger-than-life Alpha knows me so well?
“Alright, a week.”
“Night,malyshka.”
“Night, Alexi.”
CHAPTER15
Ifeel unsettled. Like the other shoe is going to drop and I don’t know why. Having my mom visit was jarring. It always brings out a part of me I try to push down. She is the only person in the world who treats me like an Omega. I wish I didn’t love it, but truly, when she’s around, it’s the only time I feel like my true self.
There’s this guilt festering inside of me, not so much that I’m lying to the NHL, because honestly, fuck their rules. More so that I’m lying to Piper, and maybe a small piece of me feels bad for lying to Alexi. How I feel about Piper is unlike any connection I’ve had before. I can’t deny that there is definitely an attraction to the older hockey captain either. But he is intimidating, but in a way that makes him alluring.
But now is not the time for a mental breakdown. I need to be stronger than ever. The game against the Sharks is coming up, and that might be the end of this all. If Max isn’t willing to keep my secret, then my professional career could be over.
Part of me wants to call Piper and have her hang out again, but I know that if I do, one thing will lead to another. If we’re both adamant that now isn’t the time, the only thing we can do is stay away from one another. As much as I don’t want that, I can’t lose this focus, and Piper is on her own path that can’t be disrupted right now. I wonder if she would change her mind if she knew I was an Omega.
I feel like a dick for even thinking it. She seems to like me well enough thinking I’m a Beta, but I wonder if she knew the truth, maybe she would change her mind.
Mikael breaks me out of my thoughts as he nudges my shoulder. “You good, rookie?” he asks, and I nod my head. “You sure?” he asks again.
“He’s fine. Isn’t that right,so´lnyshka?” Alexi says while wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against his massive body. His thick scent nearly drowns me, but yet somehow comforts me at the same time.
I know that I should break away from his touch and act like I don’t like it. But I stay put. My needy Omega nature wins this round. It feels nice to be held, and I hadn’t realized how much I needed it until Piper gave me that hug last week.Fuck.
Alexi’s hand pushes boundaries as he roughs up my hair and gives everyone a smile as they head to the ice for practice. Our game against the Caps is tomorrow, and this unsettling feeling is making it hard to focus. I go to follow everyone onto the ice, but Alexi holds me back, letting everyone else head to the ice while we're left in the locker room—alone.
He steps away from me to where he’s looking down at me but doesn’t give me a wide berth of space. He fists my jersey in a non-aggressive way, but it’s still way hotter than it should be as I look up at him.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
