Page 16 of Slick Handling

GRIFFIN

Iwant to weed out Clover from our pack.

It had been bad enough last night when Vaughn kicked me out during his rut. Something that had only happened when he was with Terry and could actually fuck someone. To do it for a stranger was not okay.

It wasn’t that my feelings were hurt over it. It was Vaughn’s rut and he could deal with that however he wanted to. But he had been angry with me and hadn’t come into my room this morning to talk to me.

Finding him curled up around the Omega, in Apollo’s bed, still asleep, had been a stab in my heart.

He hadn’t been sleeping well. Insomnia because of his breakup and his family falling apart seemed like a pretty normal side effect to have.

We stayed up late together most nights. Just talking a lot about making it to the show with Apollo. We’d talk about what our life would look like in a few years from now. Once all of our dreams had come true. Dreams that included an Omega in the future.

Not now.

An Omega in our life now was a distraction that none of us needed to have.

We had a plan.

We’d get drafted and all play together or at least close together. With the new pack regulations in the ABOHL, packs had to be on teams within an hour drive of each other. This made it easier for pack houses and for families.

There were four divisions within the ABOHL and we were in the Northeastern. If we weren’t drafted to the Otters we could be on a couple other teams. The Bandits, who were a Trophy contender this year, but were the farthest team away. Maybe we could be drafted to the Elite who were a bunch of pricks that thought they were too good to show grit.

Hopefully we all were Otter’s.

These were the thoughts that were bubbling around in my head at pregame skate.

The smell of Shirley Temple’s makes me dizzy as I wonder if she is here watching or if the foolish Omega has gotten into my head already.

She couldn’t be in my head. I didn’t care about some silly Omega.

Vaughn is staying with her at the house, since everyone else is playing tonight. Apollo had taken his temperature and checked in with him to make sure he’d be okay with the baby weed. His rut wasn’t a full blown week and for that I’m thankful.

Still, what kind of idiot leaves an Omega with an Alpha in rut?

It was nice to see him before I left for the rink. Even if he was with the Omega curled up on the couch with her as he asked her too many questions. At least he’s not being all sad and pout like he has been since everything went down.

I should be thankful for that.

I’m not.

A stick catches my shins and I see Mick glaring at me.

“Head in the game asshole.” He snaps, suddenly thinking about hockey and not the fucking Omega.

Which is good because I’m not thinking about fucking the Omega either. I’m not thinking about how innocent she must be. She didn’t even know what a rut was. What else did she not know about? What would she need to learn? Imagine if she was on her knees and letting me talk her into sucking my cock. Showing her how to open her pretty pink lips, use her tongue to ease where my precum is leaking out, and-

Fuck.

The cup is cutting off the circulation to my erection and it does not feel good.

I’ve let the Omega get under my skin. This is not good. This is-

Why is the Omega against the glass? Why would Vaughn think to bring her here? He could go into a real rut if something happens during the game. It’s dangerous for him to be here right now.

Skating over to the bench, I smack the glass they’re in front of making them turn.

Clover’s cheeks are painted with two numbers.

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