Even though Ollie’s furious at me for convincing Timber to invite both of them to the game, she still came as Ollie. And Timber knows she’s in the crowd.
His face fell when he found out his Luke didn’t come, but it didn’t stop him from playing one of the best games of his career.
The second I’m on the ice, I race straight for Timber. I expect him to scowl, even with the special conditions, but he gives a hard nod as defenseman Rhett fires the puck through the Knotty Sinners’ forward line; Thorne catches it and we speed off.
The team from Vegas has no chance. The three of us form a triangle, Timber at the front, me on his left, and Thorne thundering up the right.
Their two defensemen are all absolute tanks, but so is Timber, and a quick pass to Thorne lets him slam his elbow into a Sinner’s shoulder and knock him back as we get past the goal line.
I stop the puck from Thorne as he hits it clean horizontally, and Timber is already gliding toward the goal post.
My excitement doesn’t even have time to bubble as I shoot to Timber, but I fuck it up at the last second.
I hit too low, scooping the puck, sending it left. Heart in my throat, it bounces off the goal post a foot above the ice, pinging straight toward Timber, who’s already sailing away.
A stab of pure fear chokes me, and all those memories flash before my eyes. But he never stops tracking it, and he spins, flinging out his stick, holding the very end as he blocks the puck at just the right angle to send it flying through the goalkeeper’s legs.
Timber hits the ice, sliding back at full speed, and cheers are already howling around the rink.
He thuds against the barrier, and I speed toward him. The first thing I see as he jams his stick in the ice to pull himself up is a wry grin as he chuckles.
I nearly crash out as he throws his arms around me, and I laugh, clapping him on the back.
“Do you think she’ll like that one?” he asks with a growl that has my alpha side singing.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Our omega’s gonna love that.”
Ollie
Iwas supposed to tell Timber that Ollie couldn’t make it. So why the hell am I sitting in the stands dressed up like a yeti with Noa shivering next to me?
It’s not that I don’t like the cold. Ilovethe cold. Luke is the one who whines and complains during winter, but I’m in my element.
That doesn’t mean I have to wear a beige puffer vest, a white jean mini skirt with black leggings, and a freaking pom-pom hat like Miss Suburbia. I’m an alien, a monster. I blend in with the whole horde of women gawking and drooling over the boy aquarium.
Of course, Noa pulls it off flawlessly. Thankfully, every alpha around us is watching the game, or I’d be kicking them back with my Ugg boots because she looks so goddamn cute.
“Did I have to wear this?” I sigh.
“You said you wanted it to be a disguise. You could have said no.”
“I didn’t mean like this. It’s beige, Noa. Really?Beige!?”
“But you said I could do whatever I wanted. And it’s not like you said no. I thought we could dress up and wear matching clothes like best friends do,” she says as she blinks prettily up at me.
I cave instantly.
I’m a sucker for Timber’s puppy-dog eyes, but Noa goes straight for the KO.
Noa moved to Nashville about two years ago after escaping an abusive pack that better never cross Luke and me, or they’re done for. We might not be good in a fight with bigger guys, but we were scrappy. Ever since she came to our apartment and introduced herself as our new neighbor, we grabbed her, dragged her inside, and within a week, she opened up to us about her situation and what she was running from.
Luke and I are determined that two years of friendship makes up for two years of abuse.
So, there’s no way I was going to say no when dressing up like this makes her happy.
I haven’t seen a game in person, and I’m only able to track Timber and Kane because of the announcer, the big screen in the middle, and the 43 and 52 on the back of their shirts.
We’re down near the barrier with team family members. It’s kind of weird having other omegas looking at us like they’re trying to figure out who we’re with. I can tell the attention is getting to Noa, as well.
