Page 90 of Puck & Her Blades

I shake my head. “I’m not getting paid to work at matches or if I did appearances. Do you think Omegas deserve to be forced to work for free? That Beta Companions should be? I don’t think that mascots who’ve worked their whole life on their craft and love it should be out of work either.”

Wolfie licks his dry lips, checking that no one’s listening, before he replies, “I don’t agree with dumbass rules about Companions. It’s fucked up how Asher Blade is treated. He’s a fucking hockey god, even I can admit that. I just want to protect the other mascots.”

“Well, I want to protect Omegas. So, you get how I feel?”

We eye each other.

Finally, he nods.

“How about if we help each other? I mean, if we get the chance to. I think Betas should be able to train for any job that they want to,” I say. “I always thought it was screwed up that Betas are forbidden to do lots of job roles. It’s just as screwed up how a lot of packs treat their Betas.” By the way that Wolfie drops his gaze, he must be from one of them, which explains some of his serious anger problems. “Frenemies, then?”

“Not a fucking chance.” Wolfie bristles. “Enemies with a common cause.”

Then he stalks away into the crowd.

So, that happened.

I laugh.

Perhaps, I’ll be able to add exposing the dark side of mascots to my mission.

Unexpectedly, there’s a flurry of activity on the far side of the ballroom and a sudden excited buzz.

I stroll through the crowds to see what’s going on, although it’s hard because the Omegas are jostling each other, and nobody makes way for a Reject.

To my surprise, it’s Wolfie who winks at me and waves me through.

See, frenemy.

Then my eyes light up, and I smile.

Zev has entered the ballroom and is now standing next to the black Steinway grand piano, which sprawls underneath one of the fir trees. The light from the chandelier gleams on the piano like a spotlight.

My breath hitches at the sight of Zev.

Zev outshine the lights, the decorations, and every other man in the room.

He looks like a punk rock god.

His white blond hair sparkles with glitter, as if with snow. Kohl is smudged underneath his beautiful gray eyes. And the only thing that he’s wearing is a pair of red leather trousers with chains looped from their pockets. The trousers are so tight that they look sprayed on.

My mouth becomes dry.

Hell, they’re so tight that they reveal everything.

Is he pierced…down there?

Zev’s pink nipples are definitely pierced with silver hoops that gleam in the light.

If the Omegas were excited before about this selection, then seeing Zev has made them close to hysterical.

I take a deep breath of his chocolate vodka scent.

He has no problem acting the playboy, but then, what Omega wouldn’t want him when he looks and smells so delicious?

Zev sprawls with one hand on the top of the piano like he’s waiting for a model shoot.

Elite Omegas surround him with their chaperones, breathlessly talking to him and trying to get his attention.

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