Damien
I can hear the fans all the way in the locker room.
“We’re going to crush the Scorpions tonight.” Grinning, I chuckle as Dean grabs my shoulder, giving me a shake. “God, I can just smell the win already.”
“Hey now, don’t get ahead of yourself,” I warn him.
“Okay, okay." He holds his hands up. “But come on, don’t you feel it in your bones?”
“Of course, we’re going to kick their asses. We always do.” I give him a sly grin.
It’s been nearly two weeks since I followed Addie to Vegas and found out who her Alphas really are.
It’s still crazy to think that the two guys I can’t stand the most in real life are actually the two guys I’ve been closest with for years online.
It really showed me just how much you can hide behind a computer, creating a sort of alternate reality.
But I’m choosing to live in the real world, and that means Addie is scent-matched to my two biggest rivals.
They’re freaking out because I know their dirty little secret and are worried I’m going to expose them. Well, they think Death is. They’re probably shitting themselves, wondering when I’m going to drop the bomb.
What they would never have guessed is that it’s not Death who’s about to drop the bomb, it’s me.
God, I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they find out that I’m Death.
To know I’m sleeping under the same roof as their Omega? The same Omega who wants me just as much as she wants them.
I know she does. I see it in the way she looks at me. The way her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink when she’s embarrassed or flustered.
I can smell how much she wants me, and I deserve a fucking medal for the self-restraint I’ve had. Do you know how fucking hard it is to be around your scent match, your Omega, the person you’re obsessed with, head over fucking heels for, and not be able to touch them, to taste them?
My poor dick has been getting worked overtime. If I don’t slow down, the damn thing is going to fall off.
Tonight, everything will come to light. Addie will know all our secrets, and then she can decide what she wants to do.
Is this the best way to go about it? Probably not, but I’m not going to be cruel about it. I plan to do it in private, first telling her everything about me and my connections with her. The guys had enough time to come clean. They don’t have a good enough reason to keep this from her.
Maybe I don’t either, but at the time, I was convinced it was what needed to be done.
I’m older now, wiser. Well, maybe that's debatable. But I know I can’t keep going on like this. I need her more than I need air to breathe.
If it came down to being with Addie or hockey, I’d choose her. No hesitation. That's how I know this needs to be done now. Today.
Dad comes in and gives the team his pep talk, getting us all pumped up. Once he’s done, we make our way to the rink.
The crowd gets louder, and some hardcore fans get excited at the first sight of us.
Ignoring them, I search the crowd for my girl, a smile on my face. That need inside me yearns to see her, to know she’s here, and she’s safe.
When I find her, my smile drops, and rage fills me. She’s sitting in the stands with Nina. Nina is wearing a pink and teal jersey, supporting our team. Addie, however, isn’t. Not even the one I got her, nor the one she bought. No. She’s wearingtheirfucking jersey.
How could she sit in our home stands wearing the enemy’s fucking jersey?
Instead of skating over to the net for warm-ups, I head right over to where she’s sitting.
She’s smiling and laughing, chatting with Nina. When I bang my fist on the glass, her head snaps my way.
Her smile drops, a guilty expression taking over her pretty face. Yeah, she knows she messed up.
