But I was the wrong omega. After everything with Logan, the idea that I’d been a mistake hit me hard, and I just couldn’t get past it.
At least they didn’t know either.
But that only made it worse.
Also, I felt a bit of panic because of the whole omega identity switch. Would their PR person be angry at them that they took out the wrong omega? Obviously that voided them fulfilling the bet.
I didn’t want to be the cause of them getting benched or whatever their punishment might be.
Also, I didn’t want to wreck their chances at finals just because I hadn’t realized that I wasn’t the omega with a dragonfly they were looking for.
Would they have to take someone else out?
Jealousy flared inside me. I shook it off. I had no right to have an issue with that, because they weren’t my alphas. We weren’t even seeing each other. We were just fucking. They could see who they wanted–just like I could.
At the same time, the idea of them taking some other omega out and showing them a good time around Nashville made my belly twist in knots, so hard I wanted to vomit.
How could Claire set me up like that? Giving me the hair clip made it deliberate.
I had a feeling meeting us at the club and taking the photo had been because her auntie wanted pictures.
Why all the deception?
Somebody from our team shot across the ice with the puck. The other guys tried to get it away. Despite notknowing anything about hockey, I could tell the other team was really good.
But the Scorpions had heart. You could see it. Not to mention, so many people here were cheering their souls out in celebration for the hockey team that could.
That’s exactly what they’d been called in the montage that played on the big screens before their intro.
The guys got the puck in the net. Everyone cheered as the score went to 1-1.
The clock was almost at zero, which meant we had halftime or intermission, or whatever. There were three periods with two intermissions in between, that was sort of weird. Why three? Why not two or four?
Auntie Kiki leaned over and whispered, “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” I lied as if my world wasn’t falling apart. I’d picked the wrong guy figuratively in Logan.
I’d literally picked the wrong guys with Ashton and Steven.
Wrong. All wrong.
Auntie Kiki pulled me close and I rested my head on her shoulder.
I checked my messages. Claire had messaged me back.
Claire
You didn’t know about the bet? Don’t freak out. Come up to the box at intermission.
She’d added a box number.
The period ended. I stood. “I’ll be back.”
Claire was waiting for me. She wore a floral dress, heels, and accessories.
“Come in.” She pulled me into the luxury box. There were seats up at the very front so that you could watch the game. The back of the box had a bar, couches, and a TV. There was a lot of food and booze.
“Take a deep breath, Kai.” Claire gave me a big hug, my body stiff.
