Page 39 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

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The other girls—even Livvy—were gone by the time the team’s medic finished checking Mason and me over. Mason left to shower the glass off. I didn’t have that option and I’m a hundred percent certain that there are still shards in my hair.

Trick and Vin haven’t left me any peace.

It’s all a bit surreal having them hover around me. Yes, we’ve been playing house, but it wasn’t real. I’m a glorified maid.

Trick wouldn’t even let me change alone. At least Vin had the decency to allow privacy while I’m naked, even if he’s five feet away on the other side of the door.

The alpha’s standing near the exit of the club level’s swanky bathroom, facing the closed and locked door, while I change into one of his jerseys and an extra pair of Vin’s sweats.

The man in question was very nonplussed I resisted changing at all, and then only agreed if I could use some of Vin’s clothes. The beta only has a few inches on my waist and height, compared to Trick’s half a foot and Mason’s even more.

There is no way I’m walking out of here with a saggy crotch.

Trick seems to think he’s responsible for what happened. In that skewed alpha brain of his, he agreed to the pact and so he’s at fault for Brad’s temper.

“I really wish you would’ve waited outside,” I mutter.

“Let me do this, please,” he insists. “I’m not bothering you. I can’t leave you alone right now.”

“Is this some alpha and omega shit? Because I’ve lived a very long time without a big, strong alpha to take care of helpless, hapless little me.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?”

He pauses for long enough that I finish changing and flap out my clothes in the trash. He must be able to hear it because he turns and offers me a plastic grocery bag.

“I need to protect you,” he says, as if that answers my question.

“What is it you think will happen if I’m left alone in the bathroom for a few minutes?”

“Leave it, Izzy. Just let me exist with you. Am I causing you any problems?”

“I’m not used to people being around all the time.”

“You’re an omega. How can you not be used to doting?”

“No one’s ever doted.”

“No one? That’s impossible.”

“Letting people dote means that those people know my designation.”

“How are you getting through heats?” he asks.

“However I can without bringing other people into it. Except for Brad, of course.”

He growls, and residual stress hormones send that vibration right between my legs.

The adrenaline dumped into my system by the glass incident has fully dropped off. My limbs are shaky and residual anxiety lingers, but now I have something entirely different to distract me until I can get home and crumple in peace.

Grinning, I saunter over to Trick and stand as close as I can without touching him.

“Do that again, alpha.”

“What?”

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