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And now the pack alpha—my supposed mate—won’t even show his face for a meal.
The Jumbotron lights up, flashing neon as the word GOAL scrolls across it, along with Damon’s number. I look down at the ice just in time to watch him lift his stick and point it right at me. The enormous screen hanging over the ice gives me a close-up view as he holds up three fingers, flashes his gorgeous grin, and mouths, “That’s three, sweetness.”
Three goals in three periods. A hat trick. Just like he said.
And I almost missed it because I was so distracted by Smith’s nonsense.
Meg leans over, whisper-shouting in my ear. “I think I’m jealous!”
My stomach sinks. I force a laugh. “Don’t be.”
chapter
thirty-six
By the time Beastly fights his way out of his mountain of padding, I’m already darting past him, dripping wet from the world’s fastest shower.
His mouth twitches. “Remi texted.”
Um, yeah. “She’s meeting us in the tunnel. Can you move your ass? I want my treat.”
For the first time in ages, Cassian laughs. Out loud. He’s shaking his head while he does it, but it still totally counts.
“Yeah, sure.” When he sees how stunned I am by his non-grumbly attitude, he shrugs. “I get it. I need to talk to Smith, anyway. But if you get dibs on tonight, I’m taking tomorrow morning.”
Greedy bastard. He already had this morning, even though it wasn’t his turn.
Which meant I had to go to morning skate grumpy and horny. It’s a miracle I didn’t end up punching someone. Again.
I trip into my jeans, not even bothering with briefs, de-scenter, or my whole hair routine. Fuck it. When I get my pretty girl home, she and I are going straight into the huge tub in my bathroom.
Cassian finally gets all of his bullshit off and throws a towel around his hips. Whatever good humor he had before is gone. He seems edgy now.
“I think I can scent her in the hallway,” he mutters, rushing by me to shower quickly. “You better go.”
My bag is over my shoulder the next second. I stuff my feet into shoes while my left hand finishes the buttons on my black shirt. Within seconds, I’m at the locker room tunnel.
Cass is right. She’s out here, waiting. I can sense her stress the second I take a deep breath.
At first, I think it’s because she’s as anxious to see me as I am to see her. Then, I hear a deep, taunting tone.
“—little thing like you doing out here?”
My girl’s timid voice answers. “I’m waiting for my alphas. Can you not—I’m sorry, can you not touch me?”
Fucking what?
I break into a run, turning out of the tunnels that empty into the hall outside the lockers. When I round the final corner, I find a guy in a cheap suit looming over Remi.
Her back is against the cinder blocks as she shrinks down into Cassian’s Timberwolves hoodie. The stranger practically lays himself on top of her, his arm stretching over her head, face hanging near hers. “I saw you in the Pierson pack’s box tonight. Do you have a comment about Damon Mather’s contract expiring this season?”
Remi shakes her head, nearly tripping as she tries to slip away. “No. I don’t have a comment.”
He lifts his hand, fingering one of her loose curls. And I lose my shit.
The fact that this guy is clearly press should probably give me pause. My Alpha doesn’t give a damn, though. I grab his shoulder and rip him away, flattening his ass into the wall while I fist his jacket. “I know I did not just see you touch my omega.”
This guy has a mangy face. Lean with wild eyes and unkempt facial hair. I guess some people might call him good-looking, but they probably won’t anymore, once I fuck up his nose and knock all of his teeth out.
