I want to find her and at least apologize for flipping and turning into a crazy alpha who used force instead of words. Now that I’m not acting like a fucking rage-fueled manic whose mission is to eat her out, I can tell her plainly what I’m feeling instead of that hurried mess where I almost went into rut.
But I don’t know where she lives, or who her friends are. She never told me about her family or her life before she moved in with me.
The Luke or Ollie I knew is just a snapshot of a whole person I claimed to love. And it’s all fuckingbullshit.
“Holtz!” Ares yells from the edge of the penalty box. “Stop daydreaming and get your ass over here!”
I swear I can hear my muscles creaking because I’m so tense. But I hoist myself up, clash eyes with the guy who shoved his knee in my thigh, and give him a stare that promises I’ll level him if he even gets close.
***
“What the hell are you doing?” Ares snaps as he looms over me. I sit on a bench in the Scorpions locker-room, my shoulders slumped, wondering if there’s any fucking point anymore when I feel like this.
This is why I never wanted to get involved with omegas.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” I shrug.
“A good—" He cuts himself off as he scowls. "For fuck’s sake, Timber! I thought you and Kane had worked your shit out? He’s not even here, and you’re still fucking around.”
I flinch as if it actually matters if he’s here or not. Who gives a fuck about him anymore? He’s on Ollie’s side, they’re both going to pack up, and I’m going to be left behind in the dirt because I’m so pathetic that they didn’t even bother to ask if I’m okay after all this.
Ares sighs as he runs his hand over his bald head, and I stare at him blankly.
“I haven’t seen you look like that for a few years,” he growls. “So, what the fuck happened?”
I blink at him, because there’s no point in saying anything. What can Ares do? When I left my ex-wife, all they did was create a barrier around me to stop her from getting to me. But Ollie is the one who left me.
“Is it because of Marilyn? I know she’s been on a mission lately. If it’s too much for you, I can talk to her about it. You know she’ll understand.”
I shake my head. “It’s too late for all of that,” I mumble.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I cross my arms and drop my gaze to the floor like it’s my enemy.
Ares hunches down, one hand on my knee, glaring straight back at me from underneath.
“Timber, I’m seriously worried about you. Last time you got into this state, it took us months just to get you to even talk to us. The only reason we ever saw you was because you were still determined to play.”
I meet his gaze, and I realize I’d been so wrapped up in Ollie and Kane that I forgot I have people who give a shit about me. Those who don’t want anything from me, either.
Even though Marilyn forced me into this, she would have listened if I’d seriously told her no. Not that that would have changed anything that happened, but at least there were people who had been with the team long enough to understand.
Just as I open my mouth to tell him part of the story while searching for a way to explain how I met ‘Luke’, Ares’s phone peals from his left hand.
He flips it over, and our eyes widen as Kane’s name appears.
He instantly answers.
“Kane, where the hell are you? What’s going on?”
My arms fall to the bench as I lean forward, my heart rate rising as worry floods me.
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh,” Ares grunts as he stands. I want to yell at him to put it on speakerphone so I can at least hear his voice.
Ares’s hard gaze snaps to mine. “Sure, he’s right here,” he says gruffly as he holds out the phone.
I nearly groan because I’m so fucking tired, and something tells me there’s going to be drama as soon as I answer it.
