“What? You’ve already gotten suspended for getting rough with him before. Planning another?” Mikael says.
“If he tests me,” Nilsen says. I shrug my shoulders, wouldn’t be the worst thing.
“How do both of you fuckers have family members in the NHL, anyway?” Mikael says. Both Nilsen and Owen make non-committed noises.
“Same way you and your brother-husbands got on the same NHL team,” I interrupt, cutting through the tension. Owen gives me a small smirk, and Mikael gives me the finger, Eli just laughs and wraps his arms around Mikael in a hug.
“Get the fuck off of me,” Mikael says to Eli.
“Charlotte would be so upset to hear you turn down my hug.”
“Really cute, bringing our Omega into this,” Mikael says but stops fighting Eli’s arms around him. The ginger Alpha rests his head on his pack mate's shoulder and grins while Mikael scowls.
“I’d like an Omega,” Nilsen says. I glance briefly at Owen, whose cheeks are back to being pink.
“And who would put up with your grumpy ass?” Eli says.
Nilsen points an arm in Mikael’s direction. “Your Omega fell for this asshole. I should have no problem.” Eli and I both laugh boisterously, and Mikael finally pushes Eli off of him in frustration.
“Do you have anyone in mind?” Eli asks with a grin on his face.
“Perhaps,” Nilsen says. I swear this is the most he has spoken all season. He wraps his stick and doesn’t give us any more information.
“What about you, cap? Are you going to retire off into the sunset and find a pack?” Eli asks
Owen turns away and acts like he’s no longer part of the conversation. “Perhaps.” I follow Nilsens lead and keep my fucking mouth shut.
“Perhaps a tall pain in the ass brunette is in your future?” Mikael asks.
“Ah, but you’re already taken,” I say with a wink, and Mikael rolls his eyes.
“I don’t know how I put up with you fuckers,” he says, standing and walking away.
“He’s so emotional,” I joke, and Eli is back to laughing again. I even get a rare smile from Nilsen.
There's a soft voice we aren’t used to hearing in the locker room. Thank God we’ve all put our dicks away as this small woman approaches us. Her Omega scent is on full display and garnering everyone's attention.
“Listen up,” Coach Applegate says, making everyone shut the fuck up and pay attention to what he has to say. “This is my daughter, Sloane. She is helping with our social media. If she asks you to jump, you say how high. If anyone of you fuckers disrespects her in any way, consider yourself dead.”
There are a few clearing of throats, and Applegate takes a deep inhale to center himself. “Yes, Sloane is an Omega. If any of you can’t control yourself, figure it the fuck out.”
The small redhead waves her hand with a massive smile on her face.
“You got it?” coach barks, and there's mumbles of agreement and nodding of heads.
Sloane’s cheeks heat as her father claps her shoulder. She gives her dad a smile and approaches our group.
“Hi, guys,” she says with a wave. “Do you mind if I ask you what your favorite animal is for a video?”
“Mine is a sloth,” Nilsen says, and Sloane beams at him.
“Thank you, Bram. I just need to record it this time, okay?” The Alpha nods his head as she records.
“I’m here for anything you need.” Bram smiles at her. Eli smacks his shoulder, and he shrugs. “What?”
“Stop drooling over the coach's daughter.” Nilsen wipes his mouth, and we all laugh.
“How about you, captain? What’s your favorite animal?” Sloane asks while recording.
