Chapter 51 Ollie #2
“Noooo! How did you know!?” Luke shouts out as he swipes it from Havoc.
“A scarf is my only weakness!” He winds it around his neck, crying out.
“I’ve been poisoned! I’m melting!” he tears at his neck as he flops down in his seat.
He would have hit the sticky floor if it weren’t for his nurse grabbing his arms, rolling her eyes as she straightens him up.
Noa giggles, while Havoc just stares at him. Which is how most people respond when they meet him for the first time.
As we settle down again, it feels amazing to be in a place where all of us are happy. We still have our stresses, but they’re so far in the past that they’ve become fun stories instead of deep hurts that we need to work through.
I wrap my arms around Noa, giving her a tight hug, so fucking thankful that we’re here in one piece. After everything we’d all been through, I just want to know she’s still here with us.
“What is it?” she asks with a soft smile.
“Do I need a reason to hug my best friend?” I ask, and she sighs along with me as I hold on to her. I’m pretty sure my piercings are caught in her hair again, so I pat her head while subtly untangling myself.
The announcements begin, and all five of us turn to the rink with bated breath.
It doesn’t matter how many home games Noa and I have gone to; watching the Scorpions skate out onto the ice in black, red, and white is always amazing.
The cheers are fantastic, and the big screens that hang over the center of the rink zoom in on every player as they do a lap before taking up their positions.
I’m practically bouncing because Timber and Kane are out first, and Timber is in the faceoff. The camera focuses on him, and the rush of need that goes straight to my pussy is insane.
The entire crowd is absolutely flooded with scents, so no one picks up on the change in me. But Noa is totally having the same reaction as the camera sweeps over Silas. Thorne is still waiting in the wings. It’s another thing we laugh about: how freaking horny our alphas make us.
Luke hollers and waves his crutch around like he’s firing bullets into the air, and his nurse just manages to save his big cup of soda before it crashes to the ground.
Noa flinches beside us, and I instantly dig my fingers into his arm. “Hey, what did I say about keeping the noise to a minimum?”
“You literally just kicked off in front of the crowd. What are you complaining about?”
I glance back at Noa, who’s gone rigid and is too focused on the rink as Havoc strokes her hand, looking equally uncomfortable. Luke glances up at his crutch and grimaces.
“Okay, yeah, good point. I’m sorry, guys!” he calls over my shoulders, and Noa gives him a shaky smile.
It’s forgotten as the whistle goes, and the tension rises in the stadium.
My heart beats wildly. I can feel Timber and Kane’s excitement through the bond, even though they’re far away.
But they’re so hot when they’re out on the ice.
The only time I get to see that serious look on their faces is when they’re fucking.
They have a kind of intensity together that’s always so electric, especially when Kane goads Timber.
The second the puck drops, Timber is there, and he passes to Kane so quickly that I can’t keep track of them. The camera hops between the players, following the puck; my heart soars whenever they’re on the screen, and squeezes every time they’re off it.
I’m so freaking predictable. But that’s the problem of being in love with your scent matches.
Noa, Havoc, and I are all completely entranced. The power and pressure we can feel through our own pack bonds is amazing. Our alphas give one hundred percent of themselves when they’re out on the ice.
I see Timber snarl on screen, and my whole body pulses as he steals the puck from another player.
His gaze turns hard as he fixes it on the goal, and I gasp as he hurls forward.
He smashes into one player with his shoulder and knocks them away before he bangs his elbow against another.
There’s a defenseman in his way, but the guy isn’t even an issue.
Timber lets the puck glide forward and rams the guy before sailing toward the net.
He speeds by it so quickly that I don’t realize he’s scored until the crowd yells and the numbers flash up on the screen.
I hold back my cheers so I don’t overwhelm Noa, but Luke screeches like a banshee again.
When I pinch him, he hisses, but he deserves it. “I’m sorry!” he says. “It’s literally just so cool watching them out there. It’s like, ‘hey, I know that guy. He’s the one who went beet red when he dropped his fork during Thanksgiving, and his mum used a napkin to wipe his shirt’.”
I snort and try not to burst out laughing, but it was seriously funny when we met Kane and his eight hundred family members over the holidays.
I’m still learning how the bond works properly, but I send out all the love I can. Just waterfalls of it because I’m so crazy about them.
Timber and Kane skate around the edge of the rink, their arms around each other as they grin.
The second I call out to them, their heads snap up, and they wave at me.
I wave back like a lunatic, and the camera pans to me.
It’s embarrassing as hell being on the big screen above the rink when my life’s work is to avoid the spotlight, but it means they can see me grinning at them.
And I feel so freaking proud that we’re in love.
By the time we’re five minutes into the game, my pussy is already soaked and ready for my next spaceship landing.