Page 35 of Puck & Her Blades

It’d been incredible watching Jackson and Zev working together on the ice like they had telepathy. If I didn’t know already that the two Alphas fucked, then I’d know it from how they played hockey.

It was magic.

You could see their chemistry in every pass between them, as if Jackson was desperate to pin Zev down, bite his neck, and fuck him roughly. And Zev was reveling in every moment of it, thrusting up to meet each move and beg him harder, just like that, harder…

Yet all five goals were scored by Asher, the Beta.

Asher’s a fucking god.

I’ve never seen anyone play like him before.

Will I get to meet him?

Hell, I hope so.

They only have three more games to win now to reach the finals of the Alpha Cup.

Since they’re the team who I support, I’d always have been excited by this chance, but now that they’re also my pack, I’m on the edge of my seat.

If there’s anything that I can do to help Jackson and the Blades, then I’ll do it.

But right now, I feel like a piece of equipment that’s been stored away, until the next match.

The cottage is tiny, stone, and white washed. Wide windows at the back look out over a vast frozen lake and thick forests that are heavy with snow.

The cottage is single story with only one room, which is a bedroom, tiny kitchen, and lounge all rolled into one.

A tragic bleakness fills me at the thought of the rejected and disgraced Omegas who must have been sent to live here all alone over the centuries, including Cygnus.

How hard must it have been for these elite Omegas to still live on the estate but to be treated like they’d become invisible?

As if they’d become shadows?

Yet Cygnus has obviously worked hard to make it as comfortable as possible for me.

A silver lantern hangs from the ceiling, and books are stacked in piles around the bed. The walls are covered in punky photographs of male dancers, where the face is obscured.

The dancers are emotional and stunning.

The bed is in the center of the room.

It’s covered with the softest silver blankets that I’ve ever felt. I fell in love with them the moment that I rubbed my cheek against them.

The bed’s placed in front of the roaring fire, which spits and crackles in a rustic hearth.

This morning, I found a basket of chopped firewood waiting for me, as well as stocked food cupboards.

Also, a laptop.

I was most shocked but excited about the laptop.

It’s a dangerous thing to put into the hands of a resistance member. But then, my new pack don’t know that secret.

I sigh, settling back in the pile of jerseys. I’ve woven them together by their arms, building them into a proper nest around myself.

Because that was the best gift of all: The Alphas’ jerseys.

Did they donate them? Or did Cygnus steal them for me?

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