“What are you doing tonight?”
“Ah, nothing. Why?”
“I need you and Carson to get on the next flight here.”
“What the fuck? Is Addie okay?” he demands with a growl.
“She’s fine, physically.”
I fill him in on my plan and what Addie’s mother said to me.
“We’re on our way,” Carson says, listening in on speaker phone, I assume.
“We’re putting ourselves out there before she does. She can’t do shit if she has nothing to hold over our heads. We need to speak out before she has a chance to spin this. Tonight, we tell the world who Addie is to us. No more hiding. She’s our woman. Our Omega. And it’s about damn time everyone knows it.”
I’m done hiding. Addie is my world, my everything, and I don’t want her to ever feel like she’s anything less than. No one can take her away from me. I will always pick her over hockey. Over money. Over everything.
Chapter 30
Addison
Thankfully, Damien didn’t leave like I thought he did. He said he had to take a walk to cool down before coming back. I understand. My mom is a lot. She’s more than a lot, she’s an evil bitch.
While I’m glad he didn’t leave, I can’t help but still feel worried about what my mother said. He hasn’t brought it up, and I’m too afraid to say anything.
He did have to leave not too long after, for practice. He has a game tonight, and I plan on meeting him there.
I’ve been a mess for hours, worried sick. I texted Carson and Reid about it, but I haven’t gotten anything back from them. They’re probably busy with work.
Cae has been helpful, though. I called her up, nearly in tears with fear of losing Damien, and I spilled the beans about the fact that my stepbrother is my Alpha. She managed to calm me down and didn’t freak out about it. That's why I love her. She’s so damn understanding. Always knows what to say or do.
I did some streaming to get my mind off it and give myself something to do, but my heart wasn’t in it. There wasn’t the normal excitement I have while playing like I normally do. Even my subscribers noticed, asking me in the chat if I was okay.
After a few rounds, I gave up and decided to reorganise my room. I ended up throwing out a lot. I guess there are a lot of things left over from my teenage years that I kept.
When that wasn’t helpful any longer, I took a long bath, then got ready for the game.
I’m in Damien’s jersey, the one he gave me the day he saw me in Dean’s jersey.
The place is crowded, humming with the same intense atmosphere as always.
This is Royal Alpha territory. They’re, well, in a way, royalty here.
I’m sitting in my normal seat, just behind the player’s bench. When Damien comes out, my heart rate spikes, my belly flipping with nerves.
His eyes immediately find mine, and when he gives me his best bad boy next door smile, the one that always has me feeling ways I shouldn’t in a crowd, I feel settled.
The biggest thing I notice is that he doesn’t have his mate mark covered. He normally does, so as to not draw attention or have people asking questions.
My eyes widen, and he raises a brow. When he realizes what I'm looking at, he smirks and tilts his neck to the side, giving me a wink.
My cheeks start to heat, a giddy happiness settling over me.
People around me start to whisper as a lot of eyes are on him, seeing the same thing I am.
What is he doing? He has to know this is going to bring the spotlight on him and his personal life. I thought he wasn’t ready to tell the world about us.
And I’m okay with that. I understand his reasons. I don’t need to be out and loud about it. As long as I get to be with my Alphas, that's all that matters to me. I just need them.
