Page 58 of Puck & Her Blades

There must be another way to find out my place in this pack than by violating his privacy. Perhaps, I’m too used to needing a hard shell to protect myself.

I’m an independent Omega, and they’re rare. I’ve never met another one, although I bet that they exist within the Omega resistance movement.

It’s hard to fight for my place, while not dragging anyone else down.

Shit, why do I have to have morals?

Why can’t I be like that Beta journalist, April Lavere? She once said that the best journalists have no consciences, so that everybody else can pretend that they do.

Wow, cynical.

I can never be like that.

But can I actually trust these men?

All of a sudden, I glimpse movement and catch a whiff of sweet violet candies.

My eyes widen.

Cygnus…?

I crouch down and then crawl toward the archway through into the gleaming showers.

A pile of familiar silk and cashmere clothes have been built into a nest, and Cygnus is sprawled on his back on the nest.

Naked.

My breath hitches at the gorgeous expanses of pale skin and muscles that are more compact and lithe than I was expecting. His waterfall of silky blond and lilac hair halos out from his head across his nest of clothes.

I can’t help glancing at his dick.

It’s pretty like he is.

His eyes are closed, and he’s sleeping.

How is it possible that he looks even more beautiful asleep like this?

He looks like a handsome prince who only needs to be kissed and woken out of a curse.

I like this investigative journalism more than I thought that I would, if this is what I discover.

I can see the headline, which I’m never going to run, already: NAKED OMEGA IN LOCKER ROOM SHOCKER.

Or possibly…

KINKY COACH’S SON KNOT SO INNOCENT

Now, I understand why there was such heavy security on this door.

Is this a normal thing for Cygnus? Nesting in his Alphas’ locker room after a match?

Hot and cold flushes through me.

Shit, lucky Jackson and Zev.

I crawl even closer, burying down next to him. Then I notice that he’s clutching a jersey in his hand tightly to his chest. I bend down to sniff it, careful not to wake him.

It smells of peaches and cream.

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