Kane
Unfortunately, dating isn’t a professional sport. I can’t call the athletes back after the game’s over and ask them to reflect on their performance. I can’t see a reel of highlights, show scores, or even look at pictures of the game.
So I have no clue how Timber and Ollie have been since our half-time adventure between courses of our dinner date.
I texted Ollie to ask how she’s doing, and there’s been complete radio silence, so obviously I’ve done something wrong. Such as forcing her onto Timber when she was all dressed up. Or telling Timber her heat is coming.
Now I have to wait until tomorrow when we’re back at the rink to ask Timber how he felt about kissing us, and if he wants a replay.
I’d hoped they would get in touch with me first and ask me how I'm struggling in the vast, lonely world without them, but no. Even though I wasn’t as involved in their make-out session as I wanted to be, I was still part of Timber’s foray into the world of maple syrupy goodness. And our pack life is becoming more of a reality.
As long as I actually see them again, and they get to know each other, and we overcome the weight of Ollie’s lie. And that’s on top of the backlash from my scheming.
Though I currently have a bigger issue on my hands, such as this beta with a shotgun.
His hands are steady as he aims, his hazel eyes stone cold. There’s no way out of it. If I say the wrong thing, I’m toast.
“You think I’m joking, boy!?” he snaps as he cocks his gun, and I raise my brows. “I’ll put one straight through your brain if you aren’t honest about your intentions!”
I sit in the chair next to his hospital bed, drenched in confusion.
Because Ollie’s twin is holding his crutch under his arm, and the way he acts has me convinced that he could fire a bullet from it if he wants to.
“I said, what’s your intentions with my gosh-darn sister!?” he yells in a terrible Texan accent.
The bed shakes as his leg casts clack together. They look like two marshmallows sprinkled with rainbow pictures and messages. He wears a thin blue hospital dress that covers thetops of the casts, and his short blond hair reminds me of Ollie’s wig.
It might have been fearsome if he weren’t the same size as Ollie, and almost as cute.
I hold back my grin so that he feels like I’m taking him seriously. It’s a shame betas can’t growl, because it would suit him.
“I came here because I have evil plans for her,” I hum.
He pulls his lips back over his teeth in a sneer. “You’ve got one last chance, boy, and then it’s six-feet under for you.” He narrows one eye, looking down the barrel of his crutch.
I’d grown up with enough cousins to fill a school bus, so I’m used to dress-up games. Though I can’t remember the last time I played them with a guy in his twenties.
“You think you’re good enough for her? The only thing you’re good enough for is feeding the worms!” he hollers before he moves his finger to the trigger, smirks, and fires.
“Bang!” he shouts, and I sit there, curious to see what he’ll do next.
Silence hovers between us as we watch each other with steady gazes, before he tilts his head.
“Hey,” he whispers out of the side of his mouth. “This is the part where you’re meant to die.”
I twist my lips, still not sure what to make of him. “This really wasn’t what I was expecting when I came to visit the great Luke Newham,” I say.
There’s a pause as he lowers his crutch, and he sparks up exactly the way Ollie would.
He bursts out laughing; the sound bouncing around the small, curtained room before he winces. He quickly clutches his stomach with a grimace.
“Ugh, I’m sorry. Sort of. I’m just so freaking bored here. There’s nothing to do, and no one will come visit, and myneighbours won’t talk to me for some reason.” I look around the area at the side tables and chairs stacked with books, magazines, board games, and other electronics piled among dozens of vases of flowers.
I couldn’t say whether anyone was visiting him or not, but there were signs.
“And Ollie is way too depressed to do anything apart from share meal plans with me.” He sighs. I perk up at the mention of my omega.
“Oh, that got your attention, didn’t it? I know why you’re here, Kane. So, just spit it out.”
