“Damien,” I whimper as I roll into Carson, grabbing FooFoo and burying my nose into her fur. “I need Damien.”
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Chapter 27
Damien
The buzzer sounds, and the crowd goes wild. Another goal for the Royal Alphas.
We are on fire tonight! I’m running on a high right now. The Flaming Flamingos are out for a win, getting a chance for more shots than I like. I’ve blocked twenty so far tonight. Twenty!
While our defense might be on the weaker side tonight, our forwards and centers are killing it. We’re winning three to nothing.
We’re about to begin our final period of the night. I might be getting too cocky, but I don’t think they have enough time for a comeback.
During intermission, I skate off the ice. “I gotta piss,” I tell Dean as I waddle my ass to the locker room.
“Get it out now. We need no distractions from you tonight. We’re so damn close, I can taste it.”
“Damn right.” I grin.
I strip off as much gear as I need to pull my dick out and pee before heading back over to my locker. I know we’re not supposed to be checking our phones during games, but there’s no way I can go a few hours without texting my girl.
There’s a two-hour time difference. I know she went to Carson and Reid’s game tonight, but she should be back at their place by now.
Grabbing my phone, I mean to pull up Addie’s contact when I see there are five missed calls and three unread texts.
“What the fuck?” I mutter, checking my texts.
Carson: I know you're most likely on the ice right now and won’t see this until after the game, but Addieis in heat, and she’s freaking out. She is demanding you be here. We’re trying to settle her, but nothing’s working.
My heart drops into my stomach as panic rises inside me. Addie is in heat, and I’m a four-hour plane ride away. Not to mention in the middle of a game.
Clicking on Carson’s contact, I call him.
He picks up immediately. “Thank fuck.”
“How is she?”
“She’s sleeping right now, but she’s sinking deeper into her heat with every hour.”
“Fuck.” I hiss, running a hand through my sweaty hair.
“Damien?” I hear her soft, sleepy voice. “Damien, is that you?”
“Shit.” Carson hisses.
“Put me on speaker.”
“You're good.”
“Hey, Cupcake. How’s my girl doing?”
“Damien,” her voice breaks right alongside my fucking heart. “Where are you? I need you.”
“I know, baby. I’m on my way, okay? I need you to be a good girl and let Carson and Reid take care of you. Try to get some sleep, and I’ll be there before you know it.”
“Hurry.” She’s crying now, and I fucking hate it. I don’t like hearing her cry, and I sure as hell don’t like being the reason.
