When I get to the arena, it’s packed. People are dressed in red and black, while others are dressed in purple and green. Both the Scented Scorpions and the team they’re playing against, theFlaming Flamingos, suck ass. Why the hell would there be this many people?
It’s not until I get to the door that I realize I’ll have to pay for a damn ticket to get in.
Grumbling, I pull out my credit card and pay way more than the ticket is worth. It feels wrong, giving them my money. Like I’m the one betraying my team.
It’s for the good of the mission, I tell myself. Doesn’t help me feel better.
Heading inside, I look at the app. She’s in here somewhere.
It takes me forever to find her, but I do. She’s in the stands, bright pink hair a dead giveaway. I don’t see any guys sitting near her. Maybe they’re in the bathroom, or getting her food.
She looks happy, a big grin on her face. It’s hard to be mad when she’s just so damn pretty.
Then I look down and see she’s wearing a fucking red and black jersey. Fucking hell. There goes any hope she was here to see the Flaming Flamingos.
The game starts, which catches my attention. Shit, I should go find my seat. Wait, am I really going to sit here and watch?
I look back over to Addie before a security guard tells me to find my seat or leave.
Pissed off and annoyed, I do. I sit, I watch, and I don’t know what team to boo for. I dislike both of them, but I guess I hate the Flaming Flamingos less. I don’t cheer when they get goals, but grin like a fool whenever someone fucks up.
By the time the game is over, I’ve enjoyed it way too much. Seriously, they’re jokes. How are any of these guys in the KP?
The good news is, the Scented Scorpions lose. So there’s that.
The teams leave the ice, and I know I need to get out of here before I get lost in the crowd.
Checking the app, I find that Addie is on the move.
Managing to make it to the front lobby before it gets too crowded, I check the app again, but she’s not in this location.
Frowning, I start walking toward the dot on my screen.
“Wait a minute,” I say when I realize I’m heading for the locker room. “What the fuck?” I whisper. Why the hell would she be back here? Is she lost or something?
I swear, if those fucking Alphas left her to wander around on her own, I’ll kill them. She could get hurt.
When I get to where she is, I look up and spot her waiting outside with a few people. Thank god for her bright pink hair, which is easily spotted in a crowd.
One by one, the team makes its way into the locker room. I watch her face light up as two people head toward her.
Two people I’d recognize anywhere.
My fists clench at my side as pure fucking murderous rage fills me. I watch as my Omega throws herself at Carson Rider and Reid Parker.
They laugh, catching her and each giving her a long, heated kiss.
My heart stops in my chest, and my head spins.
You have got to be kidding me. You have got to be fucking kidding me!
They’reher Alphas! She’s fucking mated to two of my biggest rivals. Two men whom I fucking despise.
But wait... Waffle and Grim said they met Princess. That they confessed their feelings for her, that they’rea thing.
I thought they were just downplaying it, but clearly it’s more than just a thing if she has bite marks on her neck.
It takes me way too long before it clicks, but when it does, it takes everything in me not to go over there and smash their stupid faces in.
