Page 5 of Knot My Only Fan

The play gets dirtier.

Above all, the sound of the crowd’s thunderous roar echoes through the stadium.

With each slide, each calculated move, I battle against the opposing team’s filthy tactics.

The puck passes through our team, and a surge of adrenaline spikes as I skate toward the goal, ready to catch it and aim at the net. But just as it reaches me, an impact throws my body off balance. The force crashing into me from my right.

“Fuck,” I groan, pushing their right defender off me.

Killian Black, best friends with Raul Simone.

“Did your dad pay for your spot?” Killian yells, his mouth turning into a smirk.

“Did your mother want to give you up at birth? Ugly fucker.” I return his smirk with one of my own, along with a flip of my middle finger, and skate away before I punch the fucker in the throat.

He growls behind me.

“Get back in the game, Lucas!” Coach shouts. His finger pointing toward the goal and the game at play.

I do as I’m asked. I don’t want to lose my place on the team because of retaliation—and I’m not ready to sit on the bench.

This time I keep my eyes on the puck, and not think about the scent floating around as I slide in and out of players with lightning fast speed. I skate forward, positioning myself, ready to take the puck. And when the puck comes toward me, I seize it before spinning toward the goal. There’s the slightest moment of hesitation before I fire the puck past their goalie and into the back of the net.

The crowd roars as we level.

I spin and grin at Killian. Then I glance at the clock... only a few minutes of play remaining.

Which is not a bad thing. Our men are struggling to keep the raging Bulldogs out of our zone.

“Forward!” Coach barks.

Just then, Carver Sinclair makes a quick pass to our new rookie, his brother, Colton, who finds an otherworldly speed. No one can stop him as he effortlessly glides past the opposing players.

And when the crowd hollers as he flicks the puck past the goalie, I smile.

We’ve got this.

And then the buzzer ends the first period of the game.

Two hours later, I stroll into my apartment block alone, pissed with Stanton for doing what he does best. He claims he wants a pack and an omega, yet tonight he broke the rule I gave him.

Not to fuck around.

Stanton and I get on so well. We could be brothers, or pack, but I know when that day comes I need all alphas in my pack to be focused on only the omega.

My stomach already twists at the thought of making her unhappy.

I just can’t do it.

“What’s your words of wisdom today, Trent?” I ask. He’s worked on the door of his apartment block for what feels like forever. And he always has something he wants to impart to me.

He’s older than God and doesn’t have a problem telling me things others won’t. But I admit, sometimes he gets a little too close to my heart, and that grates my nerves. Still, he always speaks the truth.

“Smile. You never know, it might make you feel better about yourself,” he says.

I grumble and give him a smirk.

“One day you’ll smile for real,” he says as I walk away and give him a wave. “You don’t even do it for the cameras... or for the hockey you claim to love.”

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