Page 146 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Someone starts a slow clap, and then it escalates to applause, hoots, and hollers.

“About fucking time!”

“Damn, you mauled each other.”

“Happy bonding, guys. Couldn’t happen to a better pack.”

Even Coach Adelard exits his office. He crosses his arms and leans against his open doorway but doesn’t demand that the group settle.

They carry on their congratulations until one particular player comes to investigate the commotion.

Brad Cameron, Captain of the Addevale Cannons, enters the room and assesses the crowd.

And then his gaze finally lands on us.

He examines every inch of my skin, so I twist my leg to better show him Mason’s bite.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT?” he hollers.

The team calms.

“Hit the showers, Cameron,” Adelard demands.

“No fucking way.” Brad charges over to us, and Trick slides in front of me. The other two flank me in.

“Think very carefully about your next words,” Trick says through gritted teeth.

The two stare each other down and puff up their chests, but neither relents. I have to peer around Trick to see what’s going on.

Mason moves his collar aside for a better view of my bite, and Brad flicks his hand out.

Trick grabs his wrist before he can touch our packmate.

“If one of you hits the other, I’m benching all of you for the remainder of the season,” Adelard says, his voice flat and annoyed.

“That’s my omega,” Brad fumes.

“She’s never been yours, cap.”

That was the exact wrong thing to say. Brad growls in rage and slaps a stack of sticks waiting by the door so hard they go flying.

Coach Adelard lets out a frustrated breath.

“Do you know what I went through for you, Izzy?” he yells. “I was ready to give it all up for you. I even broke up with Livvy!”

“I’m pretty sure you were with Livvy the day you told me you wanted to bite me.”

“It was a goodbye hookup.”

“You humiliated her to break it off.”

“What difference does it make how I do it as long as it happens? It was for you, baby.”

“Don’t fucking call her baby,” Mason seethes.

“Mase,” Vin warns, but Mason doesn’t listen. His fists clench as he snarls his next words.

“You don’t deserve Izzy. She’s spent the last month dealing with the jeopardy you put her in! We’ve been with her every day, helping her dig out of the hole that you dug.”

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