Page 103 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

But I don't give a fuck.

All of this is for her.

And Wade Kelly is staring at me with his mouth hanging open, his face white as a sheet beneath the flush of exertion.

Guess even alphas like Wade fear ferals like me.

That's right. Look at me. Look at the REAL fucking demon you're up against.

I skate back into position with blood still dripping from my exposed face, my eyes still locked on Wade.

He scrambles to put distance between us.

The puck drops.

Whiskey crashes the net and buries a rebound despite being distracted by my bleeding face. Plague threads a pass through three defenders. Thane blocks the Demons twice.

The Demons are imploding, Wade unable to rally them, their defense crumbling under our relentless pressure.

Complete fucking domination.

And I'm the sideshow.

By tomorrow, there will be thousands of new pictures.

But Wade Kelly is staring at me with naked horror on his perfect face, and that makes everything completely fucking worth it.

A Demons forward dumps the puck into our zone, and suddenly Wade and I are both chasing it into the corner. His shoulder catches mine as we collide, and for a moment we're tangled together, sticks locked, faces inches apart.

Wade's eyes are screwed shut like he can't look at me without puking.

But then his nostrils flare.

"Honeysuckle?" he grits out through his teeth, his eyes cracking open, burning with rage.

The world stops.

He knows.

Somehow, despite all the neutralizers, despite all the precautions, despite everything we did to hide her scent, he fucking knows.

"She's with YOU?" His face contorts as his voice cracks on the last word. "My omega ran off with a fucking FREAK?"

Walk away.

My stick creaks in my grip.

You promised Ivy. Walk away.

"No. No, no, no. There's no fucking way. There's no fucking way my omega looked at—at THAT—" He gestures at my face with his stick, his hand shaking. "—and spread her legs."

The roaring starts in my ears.

NOT YOURS.

"Did she fight you off? HUH?" Wade slams his stick against my chest, and I let him. Let the impact rock me back. "Or did she just give up when she saw you? She sure fucking fought me when I⁠—"

I slam Wade into the ice and my jaws lock on the junction of his neck and shoulder.