Page 8 of Puck & Her Blades

They’re bonded to the coach’s perfect Omega son, Cygnus.

Cygnus is not a Reject. In fact, he’s everything that I’m not: a sweet, submissive beauty.

The fans love all of them.

Hell, why would they want me?

My cheeks flush.

I’ve crushed on the Blade pack from afar, since we shared the same rinks for practice, as well as Dad watched every one of their matches with me.

Until I was sent to the Institute, I cheered on their successes.

The three younger members have haunted my dreams: The cold, mysterious Captain, his bad boy bonded mate, and their sweet good boy Omega.

At nights, I’d dip my hand into my panties, circling my clit and biting my lip. I fantasized that it was the Captain’s strong fingers touching me, as he fixed me with his icy stare, pressing me into the bed. I’d arch, thrashing side to side and coming with the murmured name Jackson on my lips.

I’ve been following and supporting their careers for years.

Plus, coming to fantasies of Jackson calling me his good Omega, while he bound my hands together with his jersey to hold me in place and then fucked me against the side of the arena.

Hard.

Three times.

I grin, as joy washes over me.

If my parents hadn’t told me that bonding was a distraction that would damage my skating career, then I’d have suggested the Blade pack as a possible matching.

I’ve lost track of dates, but it feels as if it’s close to Christmas, which would mean that the season for the Alpha Cup is drawing to a close.

The Washington Blades must be doing well.

Have they reached the Conference Finals? Do they have a chance to win the Alpha Cup this year?

Shit, that’s serious.

My heart speeds up.

I never let myself dream that I’d be bought by a pack that I knew.

I never let myself dream that it could be one who I admired.

I never let myself dream that it’d be the gorgeous Blades.

I leap up, bouncing on my toes. “I take back everything…almost everything…that I’ve ever thought about you, Mrs. Lopez! Your matching skills are incredible. I mean, you really do know me. I respect the hell out of those players. I can’t believe that I’m going to be bonded to Jackson, Zev, and Cygnus. They’re my—”

“Not your anything,” Lopez cuts in sharply enough that it feels like a slap across my face. I freeze. “Of course you’re not being bonded to the stars of the team. Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a Reject. They already have Cygnus, who’s the sweetest and best behaved Omega. If they want another, then they could have any Omega in the country with the best breeding and standing. Why would they want you?”

Numb, I slump against the wall, and my shoulders sag. “I don’t understand.”

Who the hell am I bonding to then?

“Roarke Blade, the owner and Head Alpha has bought you — the daughter of the famous Monroes and only Omega skater — as a gimmick to promote his brand and increase merchandise sales. You’ll be part of the pack but only with the status of a dependent, rather than bonded. This is not a romantic matching but rather, a business transaction. Count yourself lucky. It’s an excellent position.”

I feel hollowed out.

Why did I allow myself to dream that the Blades would want me?

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