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His brow furrows. “Ah yes, that was with Colton Sinclair, wasn’t it? I’ve heard all about it.”

Another mention of Colton’s name sends a jolt through me, and I feel my walls slam back into place. “Yeah, I don’t want to talk about him,” I say, my tone cooler than I intended.

Coach Parker looks taken aback by my sudden shift in demeanor. My tone is harsh, but the thought that he might be interested in Colton because of his rising star in the hockey world and my contact with him stings more than I care to admit.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” he breathes. His hand presses on my shoulder. Goosebumps scattering from where it lands. And I’m sure I can smell a sweet, tropical smell on him. A strange choice of cologne for an alpha.

Unless it’s his scent.

I force a smile as I stand, already backing away. “It’s fine. I really need to go.”

Without waiting for a response, I turn and hurry towards the exit, feeling Coach Parker’s eyes on me as I go. It isn’t only my emotions that are a tangled mess, my body is heating and I’m wet from being so close to him.

Why does this keep happening to me?

Chapter 8

Asher

“Come on,” I tell her.

Harlow is standing a few steps away, a white towel wrapped around her, and my eyes are roaming over the skin I see. “I don’t bite.”

I don’t tell her that the sight of her makes my teeth ache and I’d love to sink my canines into her neck and claim her.

I remember Harlow since my pack mate, Oliver, pointed her out to me after a hockey game in New York. He told me that day he could smell his omega. Imagine his disdain when he found out she was the girlfriend of Colton Sinclair, a rookie from the New York team.

We had to drag him back on the plane because he didn’t want to leave her. Coach told him he had to get a grip.

But strangely, Oliver knows. I suspect he had a plan—and now she is here in LA.

I wonder what brought her here.

Was it Oliver? Or is she running away from Colton?

Her eyes widen and her body stiffens as she stares at the bed and then me. I don’t know why she’s nervous, but I gently pat the bed and say, “You’ll get yourself all knotted up standing like that.”

She squeaks. “I’m an alpha.”

There is no fucking way that she’s an alpha. I could roll my eyes at her for hiding her designation. I agree with Oliver. She’s so obviously an omega, and it would be too hard for her to hide it.

But Coach showed me a story about Colton dumping his girlfriend for an omega. A story Colton is still trying to dispute.

Oliver wants our pack to make a move soon on her, not having her running back into the arms of her ex-boyfriend.

I laugh. “I wasn’t offering to knot you, princess.”Although,I’ll do that soon enough. “I was telling you to relax.”

She hesitates for a moment. “Sorry. You’re not what I expected.”

I arch an eyebrow. “And what were you expecting?”

“A woman. Ash—Ashley.”

“Asher.” I grin as I pull the waistband of my pants out and stare inside. “Definitely not a woman.”

She bites her bottom lip as she contains a laugh. “I should have known you’d be a man, this place is testosterone heav—”

Heaven.

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