BySerenity Jade
We’ve been speculating for months about what is going on with the New Haven Foxes this season. Are Bram Nilsen, Max Connery, the coach’s daughter, and the mascot in a relationship?
Well, this reporter has the scoop.
Spotted enjoying a casual ice cream on a brisk winter evening are none other than Max Connery and Sloane Applegate.
Most of you probably know Max Connery from his many instances in Pack Weekly. He would typically be featured with his flavor of the month. But it seems his new favorite flavor is the forbidden fruit.
(Collage of images of Max with other women)
But could the former playboy be settling down? My reliable source says yes, but only because the coach’s daughter is not only pregnant, but the goalie’s scent match.
What is in the water at that facility?
If you remember last season, Connery’s brother, Owen Connery, hid his designation in order to play goaltender for the Foxes. He is now part-time staff for the team and in a formal pack with former captain, Alexi Bandnin, and his scent match, Piper Blake.
That leads us to question, can a zebra change its stripes? Is Max Connery capable of staying true to this Omega? Or is this a loophole in securing a long-term contract with the Foxes?
All this long-time reporter knows is that it all seems suspicious. The missing games, the speculative car accident, and now a secret pregnancy?
My best guess is Max got in a sticky situation, and now there’s no getting himself out. Especially since there have been no rumors of pack contracts. My guess is the two Alphas are duking it out to figure out who’s the daddy.
Join my poll to guess who you think the father is and how much time until we see Connery spotted with a new sweet treat.
“What the fuck?” Bram hisses as he hands Coach back the phone.
“How the hell did this get published?”
Coach is typing away on his phone. “Rosemary is already requesting a full redaction and apology from the paper.”
I guess it helps to have in-laws in high places.
“Have you heard from Sloane yet?” Coach asks, and we both shake our heads. “Go handle that. I’ve got this covered.”
Bram and I grab our shit to meet Ethan in the garage. He’s leaning against the car, waiting for us, and whistles.
“I’m winning by ten percent in who people think the daddy is. It does say the mascot and not my name, but I’ll take it.”
Bram rolls his eyes.
“Oh, come on. First off, you have all that shit blocked on her phone, and she wouldn’t believe in trash like this,” Ethan says.
“Yeah, we had to take it off her phone because she was looking at it all. I don’t think she’s going to be too happy seeing a collage of me and all the women I fucked before her.”
Ethan grimaces.
“Shit,” he hisses.
“Yeah, shit,” Bram agrees as we drive home, and I wonder what state I’m going to find my Omega in.
CHAPTER 47
Whoever invented pregnancy hormones deserves all the worst things.
As soon as the press conference was over, I grabbed Ethan’s iPad and looked up the article inPack Weekly.
Serenity Jade needs to take a journalism class because the article is shit. It’s absolutely not how I wanted to announce my pregnancy. And I may be crying over all the pictures of Max with other girls.
