Page 102 of Puck & Her Blades

Fuck Roarke.

Cygnus winds his arms around my middle in a way that puts new meaning to mascot handler.

He’s taking full advantage of our promised bonding being out in the open, as well as being allowed to express his love.

Plus, possessive streak.

The crowds at this crucial game between the Washington Blades and the Philadelphia Panthers are eating it up. They dote on Cygnus, who’s seen as the ideal celebrity Omega.

So, if he loves the team mascot, then they do too.

It definitely works in our favor.

Apparently, there’s already fanart with us as a couple, which is definitely not work safe.

I can’t wait to show the drawings to Cygnus and make him blush. Plus, I bet that Zev’s the type to be turned on by seeing us in those (extremely flexible), positions.

We could recreate them for him.

I shiver happily at the thought.

Still, there are more Beta bodyguards around us than normal this evening. After what Asher told me about the threats, I understand that there’s still going to be Omegas who resent that I was selected and Alpha stalkers who’d want to kidnap Cygnus to become theirs.

Cygnus nuzzles me again, and the nearby fans coo, pulling out their phones and snapping a flurry of photographs.

By the way that he hides a sly smile underneath his hand, I know that Cygnus is also doing this on purpose.

He’s as smart as his sister at PR.

After all, how can Cygnus’ dad take me away from his pack, after this performance that he’s putting on?

Roarke would look to the world like the cruelest Head Alpha.

The fans would understand Roarke controlling a Companion. Some of them would even forgive him disciplining his Alpha team. But they’d never understand him hurting his Omega son.

I see that now.

Cygnus’ super power is how much other people care about him, as long as they’re not his sister.

At the thought of Sydney, I wind my own arm around Cygnus, and he raises his gaze to mine, questioningly. “Are you okay, treasure? Do you need a break? Drink?”

I shake my head.

What I need is to sit down but I’m not allowed to do that out here in case I break the magic. I don’t want to leave the arena and miss any of the game.

I want to support Jackson, Zev, and Asher.

We made a pact not to distract each other but support is different.

The Blades have been playing with a frightening intensity. The Panthers are fierce rivals this year, however, and the score is still 1 — 1.

When Jackson scored the first goal, I could tell that he was desperate to glance in my direction, as well as the cheering Cygnus’, but true to our pact, he didn’t.

He has serious self-control.

I’m not going to distract any of my men either, even if another wave of heat hits me.

I grit my teeth.

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