“Just some deadbeat alphas who think that Noa is fair game because she’s so pretty. We should have told them who our alphas are.”
“Aw, can you go and get them back? I have the perfect ammunition, and I haven’t had the chance to try it out!”
He lifts a leg, giving his full cast a shake as he beams. “I can break a femur or two with these bad boys.” And if he can’t use his casts, I’m pretty sure he’ll use his crutches to take them down somehow. I love my brother, but his flair for dramatics could get dark at times.
But we’d do anything to protect Noa, just like her three alphas would.
“If you really want to, go ask them to play, but I doubt your nurse is going to like it.”
Luke turns around and grimaces at the take-no-shit alpha female who sits next to his empty seat, her arms folded, glaring at him. She’s seriously cool, and the kind of person whoflawlessly pulls off a cape and a beret. But I would look like that too if I had to look after him twelve hours a day. I’m amazed she hasn’t quit like the last nurse Kane hired for him.
Even though I told him no multiple times, Kane eventually confessed that he had already paid off our hospital bills, and finished the argument with “and there’s nothing you can do about it!” with a laugh. But he knows exactly how much I fucked myself up to pay them off.
He has a special ability to annoy Timber and me in just the right way, which means we’ll still forgive him whenever he plays his games. He’s so charming that it’s hard to hold a grudge, at least for me. Timber is made of stronger stuff.
It doesn’t help that Luke, Kane, Noa,andTimber all team up against me, the one who didn’t want to act like a gold digger and use up all my alpha’s funds on my idiot brother.
But it means the world to see Luke out and about with a bright smile on his face.
I offer my arm to Noa, grinning at her. “The game’s starting soon. Shall we?” I ask.
She nods as she wraps her arm through mine, and we follow Luke as he slowly hops back to our seats on his crutches.
With Luke next to his nurse, I settle in beside him, and Noa takes the empty chair on my right.
Noa has packed up with two other Scorpions, Thorne and Silas, which thrilled us to bits. If anyone was going to protect her from her former pack, it would be two stacked hockey players. And they are friends with Timber and Kane, which is an added plus!
We’re still chattering when Havoc, Noa’s third alpha, finally appears.
Luke bursts into an evil laugh. He knocks a crutch with his cast, slamming the rubber end into the seat in front of him andearning himself a scowl from the occupant as he blocks Havoc’s path.
As tall as Havoc is, his arms are overflowing with food as he walks along the row. His long brown hair almost hides the earplugs he wears, a matching red set to Noa’s pink ones. For such a scary-looking guy, it’s odd that noise bothers him almost as much as it does Noa.
“Come on, hand over the goods,” Luke says, sticking out his hand and wiggling his fingers.
Havoc raises an eyebrow before handing over the largest soda known to man and a whole tray of nachos and hot dogs. Half of what Havoc is holding is for Luke to pour down his gullet. We’re treating ourselves since it’s the first time he’s left Kane’s house since he was discharged.
Luke instantly takes a deep drag of the soda and groans.
“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff,” he says as he grins up at Havoc. “You may pass,” he says, dropping the crutch, and Havoc is still staring at him in confusion.
I’ve given up telling people that they’ll get used to Luke, because even Noa and I are still baffled by him sometimes.
Havoc distributes the rest of the snacks, murmuring cute things to Noa. The way she blushes and smiles up at him gives him an instant gold star in my book. I’ve never seen her look so happy, and it’s everything in the world to me that her alphas make her feel so safe and protected, just like mine do.
Luke is happily chomping away as Noa nibbles on her sour candies. Havoc gives me a hot dog layered with onions and pickles, and I eye it suspiciously. Market food is always good, but sports food doesn’t have a good rep.
Until I take a bite.
The taste of cheap fried meat and sweet, dry bread, along with sour sauces and toppings, sweeps my tongue, and I moan.
“Holy shit,” I say through a mouthful of food. I keep on chomping at it, swallowing quickly as Noa and Havoc watch me with grins.
“Is it good?” Noa asks.
“Whoever made this needs to have their ass eaten, because oh my God.”
“That’s exactly what I said!” Luke chimes in.
