Page 107 of One Pucked Up Pack
“Let’s get this figured out, and then we can go find her.”
We sit for the press for about a half hour. I hate having to sit in, but as the goalie, it happens often. Same for Eli and Alexi as our top scorers. Mikael is only here because he had some serious hits tonight. In all honesty, he’s not great with press. So Coach only asks him to do it when it’s absolutely necessary.
We’re finally free to go find Charlotte when a woman I recognize as Hoczel’s wife comes up to us. “There you guys are.”
“What’s up?” Eli asks.
“The girl who was here tonight for your game.”
“Charlotte,” Mikael finishes.
“Yeah, that guy.” She points to Jake. “Had her leave the box before the start of the game, and she didn’t look okay. I just wanted to make sure she was doing okay.”
“He what?” I growl, and she retreats. My voice softens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. She didn’t look okay?”
“Like she wasn’t feeling well.”
“Thank you,” I say as Mikael, Eli, and I approach Jake. I grab him by the lapel of his suit jacket and drag him into the empty side hallway.
“Where the fuck is she?” I ask. Eli and Mikael bracket me. Mikael cracks his knuckles, and Eli holds his hand on Jake’s shoulder.
“Guys, what’s going on?”
“Where the fuck is Charlotte?”
“I told you she left.” I can’t ask him another question because Mikael punches him right in the kidney. I have to hold his body weight up as he tries to catch his breath from the hit. “Guys, I was trying to protect you. This whole pack deal is cute and all, but it won’t last. If you all want to make it, you’ve got to ditch the cunt.”
This time I’m the one to hit him right in the nose. “Never fucking talk about her like that again. Where is she?”
He sputters. I know that hit to the kidney is still aching, and he’s holding his bloody nose. “Unless you want me to fucking kill you right here and now, you will tell me where she is.”
“PT room,” he gasps out.
“Jim!” Eli says. Our favorite security guard turns the corner. “Lock him in the drunk tank, and call the police.”
“Got it, you guys okay?”
“Will be,” Eli replies. I let the fucker drop to the floor as we all sprint to the PT room. There are two Alphas I don’t recognize trying to push in the door.
“I’m telling you, man, I smell an Omega in heat. We’ve just got to get the door open.”
“Fuck, it smells good. Don’t even care what they look like.”
“You fuckers lost?” Mikael barks, immediately resorting to violence as he shoves them away. They don’t stand a chance against Mikael, let alone the three of us. Both of the disgusting assholes back away, their hands up in surrender. I can’t help but notice the chair that’s been tossed on the floor.
“You better get the fuck out of here,” Eli growls, and the two dick heads finally get the idea and skitter away.
I push on the door, and there is a significant amount of resistance. Mikael and Eli both use their shoulders to help me push the door. There’s still resistance, but it budges slightly. As soon as I hear the whimper on the other side of the door, it’s like I’m overcome by a beast. Adrenaline courses through my veins as the three of us shove against the door, making just enough room for us to squeeze through one by one.
The first thing I see are the piles of shit she put in front of the door. A training bike, multiple chairs, and massage tables. But the next thing I see shatters me into a million tiny pieces. Charlotte is shivering wide-eyed in the ice bath in the middle of the room. Her pupils are blown, but it’s clear she recognizes me.
“A-A-Anders?”
I’m grabbing an arm full of towels and am on my knees next to her in a second. Her forehead feels hot, but her arms are freezing cold. “We’re here,Kulta. We’re here. Did anyone hurt you?”
She shakes her head no. “J-J-Jake.”
I push her hair away from her face and nod. “He’s taken care of.”
