Page 42 of My Pucking Family

Um, okay, first off, I definitely have the best seat. Secondly, there's no way he didn't see Roman skate to me at the beginning or the three times he scored a goal.

“Um, I'm sorry. No, thank you,” I squeak.

“Awe, come on. A cute thing like you deserves someone who can give her attention, not some busy and famous hockey player.”

Okay, so he knows I'm with Roman, and he seriously thinks I'd rather leave with him? HA!

“I said, no, thank you,” I say with more confidence this time, only he doesn't like that, and he snatches me by my wrist and starts to drag me away. I cry out with my wolf snarling beneath my skin.

“Let go of m—"

Before I can finish my sentence, Khaos is here. In a single second, he carefully extracts my wrist from the man's grip and then, not carefully at all, slams the man against the wall.

“The lady said no. Do you have a hearing problem, rogue?” He growls in the man's face.

The guy thought he was tough stuff, but the way he flinches at Khaos' words makes me smile.

“What do you mean by ‘rogue?’” I interrupt.

“When a werewolf isn't loyal to an alpha, they don't have a pack and are therefore considered rogues. They also have a reputation for being without morals,” he explains with another growl.

My eyes narrow, and I turn to the man. “You were going to take me, weren't you?” I expect the panic to rise, but knowing I'm safe and can confront this one brings me a sense of peace, and the anger swallows any ounce of fear.

He doesn't say anything, and a crowd is beginning to gather.

Khaos leans in close to the man, and I think he says, “You'll answer her question if you want to see daylight tomorrow.”

The man's eyes widen in alarm, and he nods furiously, still refusing to say it out loud.

“You tell whoever hired you that it's not going to happen again. And we will find them.”

He throws the man at least five feet away. He lands on the ground with a loud thud, drawing the rest of the attention in the area.

“Nothing to see here, folks; the man didn't understand the word ‘no' when she told him,” Khaos explains clearly, and the crowd mumbles at him for saving the day but dissipates. A guard comes up, and Khaos gives him the rundown on what happened. This guard is also a werewolf because Khaos goes on to explain that the man is a rogue and describes the man's scent.

The adrenaline of my earlier anger and bravery slowly seeps from my body the whole way back to our seats.

“Leera, look at me, are you okay?” Khaos asks with worry.

I look at him, but I can't tell him I'm okay. “If you weren't here, I would have been taken again...” I crumple into my seat just in time to see Roman wearing a similar look of worry on his gorgeous face.

Why can't people just leave me alone?

“I can't tell him what's going on either because we're not within the same pack; he'll have to wait until after the game for us to fill him in,” Khaos says, catching the deadly stare coming from Roman on the ice.

I just have to make it through one more period.I tell myself on repeat for a few minutes.

Khaos looks torn between hunting the man down and dismembering him and trying to console me. He's obviously not a man that deals much with feelings because he gets all uncomfortable and unsure of himself. It would almost be funny if people weren't trying to kill me.

When the game is finally over, Khaos takes me to Roman, and the second he clears the locker room door, I fling myself at him.

He easily pulls my body into his and breathes in my scent from the crook of my neck. I'm surrounded by the comforting notes of cherry and leather when I pull away to look at him, wishing I could use the bond to tell him everything without having tosay it.

Why can't I just enjoy one of his games without some kind of bullshit throwing everything off course?

He seems to forget Khaos was with me, and when he notices the hint of worry on his face, his body tenses against mine, and not in the fun way.

“What the fuck happened?” he growls at Khaos. I lean into him, resting my hand on the side of his face, pulling his eye contact, and focusing it back towards me.

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