“Sorry about that.” I try to step around him, but he steps with me.
“It’s okay. You’re Archangel, right?”
“Yes, and you are?” I look him over, sure he plays some sort of sport. He would have been the type I’d gone for before Wolfe.
“Luke.” He holds out a hand.
I take it and release quickly. “Nice to meet you, but if you’ll excuse me…”
He steps with me again. “My friend Solace is your teammate. He told me we’d get along well and to introduce myself tonight.”
While sweet of Solace—and amazing that he got my type spot on—this could not be worse timing. What do I say? “It’s great to meet you, and I’m sure Solace means well, but I’m seeing someone.” I lean into the truth, figuring I might as well do what Wolfe has insisted on. Easier than trying to keep track of lies, since at least Ridgeway already knows.
“Is it serious?”
“I’ve been in love with him half my life, so yeah.”
Luke’s eyebrows raise. “Damn. Your friend had no idea.”
“It’s newish. He doesn’t know yet.” I give him a tight smile.
“Damn. Too bad. If it doesn’t work out, you should give me a call.” He holds out a card. Who even has cards these days?
Before I can reject it, Wolfe has barreled through the room and puts his arm around me, mean-mugging the guy.
“He won’t need it.” Wolfe’s tone carries a warning, and while Luke is big, Wolfe is bigger.
“Shit, I didn’t assume it was Wolfe.” Luke holds up his hands, clearly caught off guard by all of this.
“It is, and it’s not going anywhere.” Wolfe’s possessiveness turns me on, and breaks something in my chest.
“Okay, okay, no need to start a thing.” Luke gets out of there quick, and before he’s even fully out of sight, Wolfe grabs my shirt and shoves me into the pantry.
“What are you doing? Everyone can see you.”
He closes the door and spins me around to back me against it. “Marking what’s mine.”
“Are you jealous?”
He growls. “Do I have a reason to be jealous?”
“No.” I fight a smile.
“That guy was all over you.”
“I’m not looking at anyone else.” I’m breathless as he grinds against me.
He claims my mouth harshly. “You better not be. You belong to me.”
It almost feels like it’s true.
THIRTY-FOUR
WOLFE
None of us is in the right state for a game, and it’s not going well. The Monsters are up on us after the second period by one fucking goal, and no one is playing well. I’m mad at myself and mad at our defense for letting them double-team me.
Something must have happened between Seaborn and Ktytor because the Monster’s star center is clearly getting to him. Ktytor has always gotten under Seaborn’s skin, but he’s handled it a lot better this year, and now it’s all falling apart. Archangel is an amazing D player, but no one in the Myth League can keep up with Ktytor except Seaborn. And on top of that, both teams are at each other’s throats.
