Page 51 of Never Bet Against A Hockey Player

“Send that thing home!” August yelled.

I reeled back and slammed my stick into the puck, sending it flying toward the net and right past their goalie.

He jumped over and sprawled for it, collapsing onto the ice before slamming his fist down and letting out a feral scream. Anyone who said alphas weren’t dramatic had clearly never watched a hockey game.

It wasn’t the same going back to the unfamiliar locker room to celebrate when our girl was halfway across the country. I was starting to hate away games and it was our first streak of them since finding her.

I took a little longer in the shower, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles from the game. I’d pushed myself this time.

This was our third away game in a row, and I was more than ready to be back in South Lake tomorrow.

We had an early flight, and then it would just be counting down the minutes until we were back with our omega.

August and Conrad were waiting for me when I finally made it out of the showers, still dripping and wrapped in a towel.

Even if we never said it out loud, it was clear to everyone that we were starting to form a pack. We practiced together, traveled together, lived together, and now we were becoming a pretty tight-knit group.

They both had their phones out, small smiles on their faces.

“Are you texting without me?” I huffed as I tossed my towel into the laundry hamper and pulled on my clothes.

August barely looked up. “Of course, we are.”

“Don’t worry. It’s the group chat,” Conrad said. “You finally ready, diva?”

“The drama in this pack is unmatched,” I muttered as I pulled on my hoodie. I’d hugged Dhara the other night, and her scent still lingered faintly in the fabric.

I hesitated while pulling it over my head, breathing in that brown sugar, cinnamon, and warm spice. Somehow one breath and the world made sense again.

My phone vibrated loudly against the locker. I pulled the hoodie down and dropped onto the bench next to them as I checked it.

There were an insane number of text notifications. I opened the thread and started reading.

Conrad had, apparently, started a game of Twenty Questions with her. It was a smart move. We needed to get to know our girl.

Conrad

Lachlan is here pouting because he wasn’t part of all this.

August

Don’t blame us because you take four hour showers.

Dhara

Hell, I’d shower that long if I could. My mom would lose her mind.

August

You can come over to our place and shower anytime.

Lachlan

That date kept me going this whole game, Omega. I can’t wait to see you again.

“Oh, look who’s getting sappy over here,” August teased. “I bet you’ve got our omega blushing right now.” His smile was downright giddy. We were all completely gone for her.

Dhara