Page 28 of Puck & Her Blades

I’m staring at an Omega in my new pack with a bruised cheek, and what can I even do about it?

I hate Cygnus’ sister.

At least, I can stop Millie looking so sad in a way that nobody could help me, when I was young.

I squirm my way back into the puck costume.

If I’m going to be forced to become a mascot, then I’ll become the best fucking mascot in the Alpha NHL.

I’m competitive like that.

As soon as I’m dressed, Millie claps her hands like she hasn’t just seen and spoken to the Omega inside the costume.

So much for spoiling the magic.

“Look, daddy, a monster.” Millie waves at me.

Cygnus splutters out a laugh, unable to hide it quickly enough.

I knew that I looked like a freaky monster.

Even Lark isn’t able to hide his grin. “That’s right. She’s called Puck.”

“Hello, Puck.” Millie rocks on her heels. “You smell like Christmas.”

They really need to teach more safety courses to kids. Is it a normal reaction to see a monster, wave, and then compliment it?

Although, I’m not certain that romance books for adults are helping because the current response of most women would be to see one and then fuck it.

Let’s hope that the world doesn’t get invaded by monsters for real, or we’re doomed.

“Gingerbread,” Cygnus mutters. “Delicious.”

Keeping to the number one rule, I don’t reply to either of them.

Instead, I wave back at Millie.

Millie looks delighted, flapping her hands.

My first fan.

Plus, my most important. She’s an Omega kid who needs cheering up because of her brutal Alpha Mom.

Nothing is more important than that.

I can put on a small show for her.

I place my hand on my hip, before spinning. I lose myself in the thrill of the dance.

In these few moments, I’m my true self and I’m free.

Then I’m back in this small locker room, Millie is clapping, and both male Omegas are staring at me in shock.

“Well, you truly are as talented as Cyg claims,” Lark drawls. “You’re all he’s gone on about for years. I hope that I’m not embarrassing you, Cyg? Has he told you that he has a poster of you up on his bedroom wall?”

Lark’s dancing gaze meets mine.

A poster of me from my skating days on his bedroom wall…?

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