Fuck it.
It’s not like I have much else to do.
No phone. No laptop. From here, I go straight back home with my captors.
So what would they do if I just…stepped out of the bathroom naked?
Would they devour me? Would they go feral—as Daisy put it? My stomach dips at the thought.
I might not let them claim me.
But I can definitely get behind a little foursome action.
I push off, rolling onto the rink, forcing myself to focus. Not on them. Not on the heat crawling up my spine or the way my body still hums from the conversation with Daisy.
Just…on practice.
This is supposed to be my escape. The one place where I’m not an omega. Where I’m just Jinx. Fast, ruthless, and unshakable.
But…I feel them. In the same way I normally feel Finn at competitions. Their eyes. Their presence. The way the air shifts, crackling with something thick and electric.
I skate faster, cutting across the track to join the others.
Cheese shoves Knox’s shoulder, laughing as they jostle for position. Twinkle stretches her arms above her head, her skates rocking as she loosens up. Daisy skates backward in a slow circle, watching me with a knowing smirk.
“Ready to work, ladies?” Coach Crusher’s voice booms across the rink as she skates in front of us, her sharp eyes sweeping over our lineup.
A chorus of snarky comebacks fills the space, our laughter bouncing off the walls.
Coach grins. “Laugh while you can, but soon you’ll be too busy gasping for air.”
I snort; she says that almost every practice, and we always come back. Besides, she’s not lying.
The second practice starts, we’re in it. The world shrinks down to nothing but the rumble of wheels, the dripping of sweat, the burn of muscle. I dodge a shoulder check, weaving through the pack as Cheese and Knox hold the line, keeping our jammer protected.
I take a hit, stumble, catch myself.
Twinkle blows past me, her skates barely touching the ground as she spins and lands a perfect cut between two blockers.
“Showoff,” I pant, pushing harder, my legs burning as Ipower forward.
She just grins. It should be easy to lose myself in this. It always is.
But today it’s different. Because all three of them watch my every move, as if I’m going to skate off the rink and into the locker room to climb out a window or something. That’s not a bad idea, if I’m being honest with myself. However, I’m sure one of them would be after me in a heartbeat.
My stomach tightens. My pulse kicks up.
Fuck. What are they doing to me?
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, my mind racing. I need to stop this, push it aside, stop thinking about them. Because if I keep letting my mind wander to what they’d do to me…and what I want them to do to me?—
I’m going to fall. In more ways than one.
The moment Coach Crusher skates onto the track, the energy shifts. Sweaty, exhausted, and running on adrenaline, we all start to slow, waiting for whatever she’s about to drop on us.
She stops at the center, arms crossed. “Listen up.”
The girls gather, skates scraping against the floor as they move into a loose semi-circle. I blow out a breath, rolling my shoulders back, trying to shake off the feeling of eyes still on me.
