Page 230 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“I know what you look like playing hockey.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh. Well, you shouldn’t have told Clark–or Ty.” A hint of anger rippled through his scent.
“Ty figured it out from yourplaying.You wore the skates I bought you and you pushed Clark while calling mesloppy seconds. Did you not think he’d figure it out? Your disguise is shitty.” My voice went incredulous. Clark had told me what happened when they fought at warm-ups.
“Oh. Um, my anger got the best of me. Again. My family can’t know. Your PHL career will be over. They can shadow-ban you, get you kicked out of school, make it impossible to get a job,” he told me.
“Your anger got the best of you? Well, maybe you need anger management classes–or alpha suppressants.” All the worry about my career and not a single worry about what it might do to him, given he was an alpha Deloitte, and I was just a beta.
“Yeah, like my family would be okay with that. I can’t believe you’re with Clark. You cheated on me with him, didn’t you?” He stroked his stupid beard.
The old accusation made my eyes roll. “No. I didn’t. But you cheated on me with Ris.”
“She’s an omega. It’s not cheating. I’ve known her forever. We weren’t promised until a couple of years ago.” There was no remorse in his voice.
Not cheating because she was an omega? What sort of bullshit was that?
“You were with me for five years.” I arched an eyebrow at him. “I don’t believe that they don’t know about me. How do you know they won’t come after me, regardless?”
“I changed my nicknames that I called you with each new hair color, made it sound like you were different girls, and played it off like it wasn’t serious.”
My head snapped over to him. “You couldn’t have told me any of this?”
I caught two unfamiliar scents and my body went on alert. Shit. This was not Clark coming to get me.
“I was trying to protect you,” he growled.
“Protect her from what?” Derick Deloitte, the eldest of the Deloitte brothers, sneered. He was taller and thinner than the other two, but still muscular. He was number 18, winger for the Gears. “This doesn’t sound like a blow job, does it, brother?” His short hair was the same shade of blond, but his eyes were brown.
“No, it doesn’t.” Tripp Deloitte was a little shorter and a lot stockier. His dirty-blond hair was long and hung in his blue eyes. Number 17 and co-captain with Derick.
Derick peered at me. “One of your bang maids is after you now that you’re famous and mad you lied?”
“That’s not what this is. She’s no one,” he blew off, sneering at me.
That didn’t hurt the way it should. Iwasnothing to Bronson Deloitte. If anything, I was disappointed in myself for thinking Austin loved me.
I stood and tried to get back to Clark. The two brothers blocked me.
“Let me pass,” I demanded
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Derick pinned me against the wall.
“Get your hands off me, Derick Deloitte, you don’t have permission to touch me,” I screamed, kneeing him in the balls, and ducking under him, needing to get past the plant, so that the cameras caught this.
I darted past Derick while Austin stood there like a lump. Tripp grabbed me.
“Tripp Deloitte don’t touch me, you neither Bronson Deloitte,” I shrieked as Derick grabbed me from behind, slammed me up against the wall and slapped a hand over my mouth, as I struggled and kicked, trying to scoot a little further against the wall, so I was firmly in view of the cameras.
While I might be hesitant to ruin Austin, I had no such qualms about Derick and Tripp.
“Don’t move.” Tripp slapped me hard across the face, both him and Derick making sure to stand where I couldn’t kick.
My cheek burned as I struggled, and he slapped me again.
“You don’t get a piece of him, you little beta whore,” Tripp growled. “Don’t forget that you signed a non-disclosure agreement.”
No, I didn’t. But I could see Austin getting backed into a corner and lying. Or even forging my signature.
