Page 134 of Knot Only His

Holly smiles. “I’ll get Aiden to contact you.”

“Speaking of alphas,” Freya shifts uncomfortably as she turns to her friend Holly, “there are so many here. How did you not go crazy living in New York?”

“I moved to New York to find an alpha,” Holly tells Freya. “You should have come with me when I asked you.”

“I’ll never find an alpha.” Freya rubs her hand over her growing baby bump. “But once this one is here, I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll find your alpha. Maybe a pack.” I squeeze her hand. “Yes, New York is alpha heaven and full of potential mates. But look where I found mine.”

Freya gives me a pained smile as the buzzer for this period blares throughout the stadium.

I excuse myself from Holly and Freya and make my way down to find Asher. He’s usually tucked away in the physio room during breaks, waiting for any injuries.

I find him with Oliver stretched out on the table, grimacing. “I swear it’s getting worse.”

Asher’s skilled hands work over Oliver’s abdomen. “Maybe because you ate an entire cake for supper last night?”

“Hey, that was quality carb loading.” Oliver spots me and grins. “Or maybe I’m getting sympathy pains. You’re not pregnant, are you Harlow?”

I laugh. “Definitely not.”

“It’s the cake,” Asher confirms, pressing firmly on a spot that makes Oliver wince. “Or appendicitis.”

“Some athlete you are,” Carver drawls, appearing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Get off the bed.”

“At least I score goals,” Oliver retorts with a smirk as he shuffles until his feet hit the floor.

“Get back to the ice!” Parker yells from the doorway. “Now!”

I break away from Carver to give Parker a quick peck on his cheek.

Jagger tugs on my sleeve. “Mommy, did you see me wave? I was jumping so high!”

I ruffle his hair. “I saw you, baby.”

Oliver and Carver file past, each dropping a kiss on my cheek as they head for the ice.

“Watch with me?” I ask Asher, who’s packing away his supplies.

He takes my hand as we head to the viewing area. “Always.”

We stand close together, his thumb tracing circles over the claiming mark on my wrist as we watch the Bears surge forward. The crowd groans as my other brother-in-law, Stanton Adams, the captain of the New York Bears, scores, leveling the game.

The crowd go wild. Chanting 'New York, New York'over the air.

“They’re getting cocky,” Asher murmurs against my ear.

I reach out and grip the railing, my knuckles white as another of the New York Bears slams into Oliver, sending him spinning. The puck rockets across the ice, players from both teams diving and scrambling for control.

“Come on, come on,” I mutter, watching Carver intercept a pass.

The crowd surges to their feet as he weaves between defenders, the puck dancing on his stick.

A Bear catches him with his shoulder, but Carver stays upright, muscles straining as he fights through.

My eyes dart to the jumbotron - only three minutes left in the third period. The score is even, but the Bears are looking stronger than our team. They definitely have the edge.

“Send them positive energy through the bond,” Asher whispers in my ear, his chest pressed against my back.

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