Page 145 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“It’s too convenient.”

Trick squares his shoulders and casually tilts his head to the side. It’s arrogant and dismissive and I fucking love it. When he continues, his voice is smooth but the inherent threat is there.

“We were approved for courtship. The spontaneity exception is clear. From what you’ve told us, there is no documented basis to dispute the bonds. Our lawyers are prepared to remind your superiors and Judge Matthis—as frequently and as publicly as possible—that their professional athlete clients satisfy every factor for approving a bond.”

The suit closes the folder and narrows his eyes at my alpha, but Trick continues.

“Any rejection is purely politically motivated and will be contested vigorously. If you attempt to manipulate the circumstances in any way, we’ll be sure that our collective two-point-nine—”

“Three-point-two,” Vin interrupts.

“That our collective three-point-two million followers are aware of your corruption and discriminatory treatment. We will protect our omega, even from the Admin.”

Suit guy clenches his teeth but doesn’t say anything else.

My lead alpha rises to his feet and offers his hand to me. I place my fingers in his palm and he helps me to my feet.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart. You need to rest.”

The suit makes no attempt to intervene.

The four of us file out with my fingers braided with Vin’s and Mason’s while Trick leads the way.

When we approach the car, I use my hand locked with Mason’s to swing him around toward the driver’s side door.

“Mason’s driving home,” I say and leap onto Trick. He catches me automatically but scowls.

“Mason is not driving my car.”

“What you just did was so fucking hot. I’m blowing you on the way.”

He tosses his keys to Mason.

I make good on my promise, and then there’s so much more when we make it home.

Our home.

Life stops for no one though, and so the following day we all get ready for the guys’ practice.

Given the threat by the suit, my pack doesn’t want me alone at the house. None of us trust the Admin to leave it at that.

We’ll be joined at the hip for at least a few days.

No complaints from me.

I’m perfectly content to walk around with the product of our devotion prominently displayed.

My bites are a testament to what we have, and I’ll never be ashamed of that. I’ve come a long way from having a breakdown over my car being vandalized.

My short shorts scrape against the still-healing bite inside my thigh, and we’re barely into winter so I’m freezing, but I’ll make do. With my hair bound into a high, high ponytail, the marks are unmistakable.

The Wyatt Pack practically floats into the stadium together. We’ve already decided I’ll watch from the box. As much as I’d love to see the other girls’ faces, I’m not letting anything ruin this perfect day.

Vin tells me he’ll walk me up, but they want to make a show of saying goodbye to me at the locker room. I’m technically not allowed in there, but women also sneak in all the time.

The double doors swing open and the room quiets.

Three seconds of silence follow while the rest of the team takes in our appearances.

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