Chapter 13 #2
It takes me forever to find her, but I do. She’s in the stands, bright pink hair a dead giveaway. I don’t see any guys sitting near her. Maybe they’re in the bathroom, or getting her food.
She looks happy, a big grin on her face. It’s hard to be mad when she’s just so damn pretty.
Then I look down and see she’s wearing a fucking red and black jersey. Fucking hell. There goes any hope she was here to see the Flaming Flamingos.
The game starts, which catches my attention. Shit, I should go find my seat. Wait, am I really going to sit here and watch?
I look back over to Addie before a security guard tells me to find my seat or leave.
Pissed off and annoyed, I do. I sit, I watch, and I don’t know what team to boo for. I dislike both of them, but I guess I hate the Flaming Flamingos less. I don’t cheer when they get goals, but grin like a fool whenever someone fucks up.
By the time the game is over, I’ve enjoyed it way too much. Seriously, they’re jokes. How are any of these guys in the KP?
The good news is, the Scented Scorpions lose. So there’s that.
The teams leave the ice, and I know I need to get out of here before I get lost in the crowd.
Checking the app, I find that Addie is on the move.
Managing to make it to the front lobby before it gets too crowded, I check the app again, but she’s not in this location.
Frowning, I start walking toward the dot on my screen.
“Wait a minute,” I say when I realize I’m heading for the locker room. “What the fuck?” I whisper. Why the hell would she be back here? Is she lost or something?
I swear, if those fucking Alphas left her to wander around on her own, I’ll kill them. She could get hurt.
When I get to where she is, I look up and spot her waiting outside with a few people. Thank god for her bright pink hair, which is easily spotted in a crowd.
One by one, the team makes its way into the locker room. I watch her face light up as two people head toward her.
Two people I’d recognize anywhere.
My fists clench at my side as pure fucking murderous rage fills me. I watch as my Omega throws herself at Carson Rider and Reid Parker.
They laugh, catching her and each giving her a long, heated kiss.
My heart stops in my chest, and my head spins.
You have got to be kidding me. You have got to be fucking kidding me!
They’re her Alphas! She’s fucking mated to two of my biggest rivals. Two men whom I fucking despise.
But wait... Waffle and Grim said they met Princess. That they confessed their feelings for her, that they’re a thing.
I thought they were just downplaying it, but clearly it’s more than just a thing if she has bite marks on her neck.
It takes me way too long before it clicks, but when it does, it takes everything in me not to go over there and smash their stupid faces in.
The guys I’ve been playing with for years are Carson and Reid. The guys I thought were my friends are actually my biggest rivals.
Now it makes sense why they would go behind my back and take her for themselves. Because they’re snakes.
I’m not sure if I should be hurt or pissed, or both.
I can’t fucking believe this is happening.
They can’t fucking have her. She’s mine. My Omega! I scent-matched her first!
This changes everything. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to stand by and let them steal my girl.
If they know who Addison is, then they know who I am. They know she’s my stepsister. They’re probably reveling in the fact that they’re dating the enemy’s stepsister.
God, I hate them even more.
Stepping to the side before anyone sees me, I bring up the app to text PastelPrincess and ask her why she wouldn’t say anything about Waffle and Grim being her Alphas, or about meeting them. Maybe she really doesn't feel the same way about me, so she didn’t tell me.
But then I see a message from her.
PastelPrincess: I have a lot to think about.
There’s something I haven’t told you, Waffle, or Grim.
I kind of found my scent matches. It wasn’t something I was expecting, and it’s been something I’ve been coming to terms with.
I like them a lot. I want to be with them, but knowing you have feelings for me as well complicates things.
I don’t want to betray them by having feelings for anyone else, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you, too.
And not just you, Waffle and Grim. Give me time to think, time to bring this up with my Alphas.
If you’re all okay with it, maybe we can work something out.
I don’t know, maybe it’s silly for me to even think that we could.
I gotta go. Catching a plane now. Please don’t hate me. I’m sorry. Xox
I stare at the screen, brows furrowed together. If I’m reading this right, she has no idea who Grim and Waffle are. She doesn’t know they’re the same people, Carson and Reid.
I know Addie met Carson and Reid at the gala, and knowing who they really are, it now makes sense. I saw them there.
So, if I’m getting this right, Carson and Reid met Addie, then spent the weekend with her.
Then they messaged Death as Waffle and Grim because they suspected I had feelings for her and wanted to make their claim on her, so I wouldn’t have the chance to say anything if I was planning to. Getting rid of any potential competition.
Why wouldn’t they tell Addie who they are? That they’ve been talking to her for years?
I guess I can’t say much about that. I haven’t told her either, but I have a good reason not to. I’m her stepbrother. It’s a whole thing.
What do they have to gain from keeping this a secret from her?
You know what? It doesn’t fucking matter.
This changes everything. Addie needs to know the truth. She needs to know not only who Carson and Reid are, but who I am. That we’re scent matches. No more secrets.
Maybe this is going to backfire, maybe I end up losing her. I just know I can’t play games anymore. I can’t keep lying to her. It’s too complicated, too painful.
Everything is going to be put out in the open, and I know exactly how I plan to do it.
A slow, sinister smile takes over my lips as I slip my phone away.
I told them I won’t be going down without a fight, and I meant it.