Page 77 of Knot My Only Fan

“Is he sick?” Colton asks when we rest for a drink. “He looked okay this morning.”

My back stiffens as cold ice freezes it in place.

“He looked fine last night too,” Jenson interrupts. “He’s probably spent the night with his date.”

I rumble a low growl as I turn to Colton. “Where was he this morning?”

“At the hotel.” He narrows his eyes as he looks at me. “He slept at the hotel in Grace’s room.”

“He fucking did what?” I growl.

“I know. I hope she knows what she’s doing.”

I grab my phone from the seat and press to call his name, and when he answers I grunt, “Where the fuck are you? We’re waiting to practice.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Did you need some more sleep?” I growl.

“Fuck you, Lucas. If you don’t want to treat our omega right, don’t expect me to join you.”

“She’s not our omega.”

She is mine.

“You’re right. I’m the one who walked her back to the hotel. I’m the one who was in her bed last night. I’m the one who helped with her sickness. I’m...”

“She smells my scent.” My voice rumbles as the rest of the team turns to me.

Coach grabs the cell from my hand. “Get your ass here, or you’re off the team this weekend.”

Thirty minutes later, Stanton skates onto the ice and I want to smash his kneecaps with my stick.

When the fucker grins at me, I rush forward and shoulder check him with enough rage to send him onto his back.

“What the fuck was that for? You’re an idiot,” he yells, tapping his head, trying to insinuate I have a problem.

“Fuck you.”

As he rises onto his skates, I stand and wait for what’s going to happen next. Stanton is predictable, and probably why I know he can’t keep up the charade of not fucking the puck bunnies for too long.

And that’s why I don’t want him playing games with my omega.

His face twists as he skates toward me. I don’t flinch when he throws his gloves onto the ice and unfastens his helmet.

I don’t because I’m doing the same.

“You stayed in her room.” My voice is low and gravelly as I hiss into his face. I thrust out my hands and push against his chest. “What do you think you’re playing at?”

The rest of the team skates toward us. I hold my palm to them, letting them know this is between Stanton and me, and I don’t want anyone else getting involved.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I growl under my breath.

“The opposite.” He grins. “You don’t want her. But I do.”

“You’re using her to get to me.” I shove him again.

“Lucas,” Colton warns me. “You’re being an asshole.”

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