Page 26 of Pucking the Enemy

The damn vampires took my blood to test

Seb:

Holy heck

Are you okay?

Want me to join you?

I’m at practice, but I wouldn’t mind leaving. The coach has a stick up his ass about the game against Avalon next month.

My stomach twisted at that.

I hadn’t thought about Avalon University for a few weeks, specifically about the hot and heavy heat I’d had with a particular pack from that university.

Well, I hadn’t actively thought about them during the day. Late at night, when I was daydreaming about the filthy and amazing sex we’d had, was another story. They had ruined me for all other men. What we had experienced was miles above anything I had done before, and I highly doubted quick beta trysts would give the same mind-blowing results.

Seb had no idea what had happened. He had assumed I had gone home feeling unwell, then decided to visit my parents. If he knew the truth of the situation, that I had spent my heat fucking the brains out of his sworn enemy, he wouldn’t have been happy.

What would a heat with Sebastian be like? He would have undoubtedly helped me if I’d needed it, but I didn’t want to be an obligation fuck.

I fully intended to take that secret to my grave. It wasn’t like Roman would want to see me again. It was a one-off situation, so there was no point hurting Seb over it.

Hazel:

No, I’m fine, don’t worry

The last thing you need to do is piss off Coach

Seb:

Only if you’re sure

How about I bring over dinner tonight? Pasta?

Hazel:

I’m sure

Pasta sounds perfect, as long as I can keep it down

Seb:

See you then, I’ll hold your hair back if you’re sick

Laughing to myself, I put my phone away. He had always been there for me over the years, and we had both seen each other in messy states. I had been the one to look after him when he got blackout drunk for the first time and was convinced that a tree was his best friend.

I did, however, make sure I got photos before I took care of him.

“Hazel Giltbrook?” the nurse asked, coming over to me.

“Hello,” I greeted warmly.

“Your blood test results are in. The doctor would like to have a quick word with you about the results,” she informed me.

It had only been forty minutes. Not bad at all.

“So, Hazel, what is your current situation? Are you settled down with a pack already?” the doctor asked as I sat down. “I don’t see anything regarding that in your notes.” His face was tight, a stark difference from the open, smiling façade he’d had on earlier.

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