GROOMED FOR THE OMEGA

gave me some of her nachos and half of her pretzel. That was some delicious junk food, and it's kept my stomach from growling, but

She tugs playfully on my hair

it, this just keeps happening.

et us there," Maddie says. "Maybe you've got a

morning. You guys go on and have fun, okay? I'll see you soon."

wing out, they don't say anything, and everyone

lying to my friends. The thing is, I think if I told them I couldn't affor

s that I've been on my own for so long, or that if I have to tell my friends it makes my financial situation

e talking to each other, and there's a gaggle of girls in various tight, short outfits, some of them in je

eed to get home and then pile the blankets up on

, a few streets down from the employee parking lot. I keep my head down, my shoulders hunched, a

xt, and I hate the increasing feeling that I

errupted as I bump

it!" I

s like I hit a massive wall of muscle, and as I blin

blue eyes are even more intense, and I can get a close-up look at his bulging biceps and

rom the collar of his shirt and the bottom of his

oddamn handsome before, and I feel like I'm back to being a freshman in high s

le like he can see right through me if he tries hard enough. I catch a whiff of his scent. Roa

some kind of decadent cake at a fancy bakery, the kind you have a

trongly as if I were an Omega, but oh my god, I

this, especially not some stranger I've just bumped into. I hope nothing

he believes that statement. "You wouldn't be the first puck bunny who tried to craft her own

hockey game before tonight. If I'd known that the players were the kind of guys who assumed every woman alive was

trying hard not to laugh. "Definit

"And you've got t

does an inconvenient flip. "Hey now, sunsh

nsh

the attitude." The ma

me. And charming. "I