I shouldn’t be pining after the coach's daughter, she shouldn’t be the main motivator as to why I re-signed with the Foxes, truly, it’s pathetic. But I don’t care. I want the little Omega to be mine.
I have a five year contract that prevents her father from killing me; I’d be an expensive motherfucker to murder as one of his most senior players.
Even as badly as I want her, she has to make the first move. Sure, we flirt, so there’s a clear attraction there. Not to mention her fucking scent—I may be eating peach ring candies because they remind me of her. In general, Sloane is a very bubbly, outgoing person, and I don’t want to misconstrue her friendly nature as anything other than that.
I refuse to be a bastard, especially to an Omega so lovely.
A shoulder bumps into mine, and I scoff, my daydreams of Sloane ripped away from me as the lesser Connery heads to the goal.
Our feud started my rookie year in the NHL, and I hate the overconfident playboy dickhead who thinks he’s above everyone else. His pretty face has been plastered all over league pages and online. I think his face could use a good bruising, if I’m being honest. His pretty face should be rearranged to match his rotten insides.
He doesn’t speak as he goes to the goal. Does he think for a second he’s just going to bump into me and there isn’t going to be any repercussions? He needs to learn whose team this is. His contract is only for this season, so he’s fucking replaceable.
I skate over to where he’s cutting the crease.
“We gonna have a fucking problem, Connery?” I ask.
His helmet is off, his pretty boy face on full display as he cocks a grin at me.
“I don’t know. Do you plan on being a shitty teammate again?” he asks, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“I wasn’t the problem when we were in Washington, and you know it,” I grate back.
“Do I? Because I remember you getting traded for… what was it? Irreconcilable differences? Or because no one on the team could deal with your shitty attitude.”
“At least I’m not coming on this team as a hand-me-down to your more talented brother.”
Max Connery looks around, grins, and shucks off his gloves. I do the same, and before I can even take the left one off, his fist is colliding with my face.
“Motherfucker,” I hiss, grabbing his jersey and swinging back.
We’ve completely disrupted the goal, unhitching it from its placement as we bang against the wall holding each other's jerseys. It takes Beckford, Martel, Coach Applegate, and Max’s brother, Owen, to pull us off one another.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. It’s the first day of practice,” Coach yells, tugging Connery by his jersey.
“He started it,” I say.
Coach rolls his eyes. “Grow the fuck up. Go get your nose cleaned up. You with me,” he barks, dragging Connery off to the side to talk with him.
I grumble under my breath, and Alexi Bandnin laughs next to me. “I also wanted to fuck the goalie last year. I get it.”
“The hell are you talking about?”
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t sexually charged.”
I blink at my previous team captain in horror. “I think you took one too many hits to the head.”
He shrugs and whistles. “If you say so, Nilsen.” He skates away, heading back to the front line, and I shake my head and skate off the ice.
My nose isn’t broken, but it is bleeding. I’ll get that asshole back the next time. The idea of him being the goalie, the person I’m supposed to protect and work with on the ice, is disgusting.
Come hell or high water, I’m going to make it my mission to find a better first string for the Foxes. I’d try to convince his brother to come out of retirement, but that would be selfish and harmful. Owen Connery all but ripped his body to shreds playing in the NHL as an Omega. It’s time for him to step away along with Alexi.
I can’t blame them for leaving this behind when they’ve built their perfect pack. I’m not ready to leave hockey anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want an Omega or a pack. I understand that things would be difficult with my schedule, but that’s why you create a pack. When I’m not around, other members of the pack would be there for her.
I grimace as I think about sharing, which is not one of my strengths. Especially when it comes to the Omega I have in mind.
It’s like my conscience makes her appear as she turns the corner and gasps when she sees me.
