Page 26 of Beg for It

“Is he wearing your jersey?” Connor asks.

“Yeah. I gave one to him to help show some school pride.” Jamie answers.

My eyes drop to the number on the jersey Camden is wearing and there it is. Number 55.

Rage sweeps over me as I wrap my hand around the water bottle in a death grip. How fucking dare he show up at my fucking game in another man’s number. Shaking my head, I rip my gaze away. I shouldn’t fucking care what number he’s wearing. It’s just a fucking jersey.

Yet, my anger builds and builds with every passing second.

“I thought your pack was looking for an omega, not a beta.” Connor opens his fucking mouth again and I’m three seconds away from smashing his teeth in to shut him up.

“It’s not like that. Camden and I are just friends.” Jamie says.

“Damn fucking right you are.” I mutter to myself, but I guess I’m loud enough to be heard by others because Jamie looks over at me, an amused grin on his face.

“What was that, Brooks? You have a problem if my pack pursues Camden?”

“Didn’t know your pack was into men.” I state, crossing my arms.

“And what, you think your pack is the only gay one on campus?” he snorts. “Get over yourself, Brooks.”

“I don’t give a fuck if your pack is gay.” I sneer, taking a few steps forward, getting into Jamie’s face. God, I hate him so fucking much.

“Then what is it?” he asks, his grin growing wider, brows lifting. “Are you jealous? Didn’t think your pack was accepting anyone new.”

“I’m not fucking jealous.” I growl. “He’s bad fucking news and I don’t trust him. Getting involved with him would be bad for business.”

His brows furrow, eyes darting around. “Not here.” he hisses.

“Stay away from him, Jamie.” I warn.

“Or what?” Jamie asks. “He’s my friend Brooks. He’s a good guy, I don’t care what you say.”

“We’ll see about that.” I take a step back when Coach yells for us.

“Fucking crazy fucker.” Jamie mutters, shaking his head.

He has no idea just how crazy I can be, but if he keeps testing my fucking patience, he will. Out of me, River, and Lee, I’m the least unstable of the pack. And that's not saying much, seeing how I thrive on the fact I get to tackle people as a sport.

I also have a very unhealthy obsession with the weight room and fighting in underground alpha fighting rings, but trust me, it’s the best way to get my anger issues under control.

A control I seem to be fucking losing when it comes to the pink-haired little beta. The knowledge that some stranger, no, the fucking enemy is able to have that hold on me makes me even more fucking enraged.

The rest of the quarter, I’m off my game. My fucking attention keeps snagging on Camden, finding him in the crowd. Watching, cheering. For fucking Jamie.

It causes me to fumble and make mistakes that could cost our team the win.

It’s by sheer luck that we manage to pull that win.

The crowd goes nuts, cheering our victory. My team gathers together, celebrating our win as I stand there, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face and back as I glare up at the stand.

I find Henley first. He’s not looking down at me, but over at Camden who’s jogging down the steps to greet Jamie.

Jamie pulls Camden over and onto the field before wrapping his arms around him in a bear hug.

Anger fills my chest, my breathing coming in deep heavy pants. How fucking dare he. How fucking dare that little fucker come to my game and fuck with my head.

He did this on purpose, getting back at us for how we’ve been fucking with him. Why else would he fucking be here?

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