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She is silent for a few seconds as she stares at my body. “So it will just be sex.”

“Yes... nothing more than two people fucking.” It’s perfect. I get to have sex for the first time in years and get to knot an omega.

Anyway, hockey is my number one love and whatever is happening here is pure lust.

“Sorry, I can’t,” she murmurs before the screen goes black.

Chapter 5

Stanton

I stand on the balcony of my hotel room, staring out at the concrete jungle that is the City of New York.

Tonight, I did what I promised myself I wouldn’t. I picked up another beta, hoping I’d feel something... anything.

But I didn’t.

It’s the first time I’ve had sex in months and after abstaining for so long, you’d think I’d be on a high.

I’m not.

I feel nothing.

But what can I do? I know my teammate, Lucas, is my pack mate. Yet he claims he’s not interested in having a pack or an omega. The only thing important to him is hockey.

I get it. I want to be the best too, but I can’t stop this ache that is growing inside me. A yearning I never expected to feel.

And I just know once Lucas is my pack mate, together we’ll find our omega. Perhaps, there’ll be even more people in our pack.

I’m not sure, though, I don’t feel other alphas like I feel Lucas.

Unfortunately, Lucas is the one with his eyes fully on the game, and he claims an omega is not in his near future.

I need my omega now. I’m a few years older than Lucas and having sex with betas is no longer containing my appetite or how I feel.

But where do you find an omega in New York? The place where more alphas live than any other city.

I scan the noisy streets below. The music, car horns blaring, people shouting—everything is normal, just a typical night in the city.

Through the sea of buildings, I glimpse the arena. The place that tonight, we lost our first game of the season.

I feel guilty. Losing two easy shots on the net.

I grip the railing, the muscles in my forearms tense when the sound of crisp cotton sheets crinkle from the suite behind me.

The suite I booked to fuck the beta who gave me only the slightest bit of encouragement last night when I should’ve walked away.

Two fucking months I’ve abstained for, trying to prove to Lucas that I’m not the playboy he claims when he refuses to build a pack.

I don’t know why I’m so convinced.

“Come back to bed, Captain.”

God, I hate it when women call me that. But she seems to think it turns me on.

I twist on my heels and take two steps across the balcony, lean against the door and stare at the king-sized bed. Then at the strip of condoms I bought, despite her protests that she was clean.

I never fuck without condoms. I’m saving that one thing for my omega.

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