Don't Puck With My Heart (Pucked Up Omegaverse, #2)

by Sarah Blue

To the girls with a mean inner voice, tell that bitch to stfu.

I think that if I let myself indulge in that tall, big, future silver fox that I wouldn’t be able to walk away.

It’s hard to pinpoint exactly why, but I feel like this more often than I’d like to admit—like I don’t belong in certain spaces.

He grins at me, and having his full attention on me feels more intoxicating than all this champagne does in this moment.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he says, kissing my jaw and down my neck. His teeth graze along the column of my throat. “I’d make you feel so good,” he says, and damn if I don’t know that’s the fucking truth. “You should be mine.”

Alexi is a one way ticket to domesticity I’m not ready for, so I do what I do best: I run away and don’t take another glance back.

But as I’ve become closer to pack Hodges and got to know her, how strong, loving, and talented she is, I’ve become a bit of a man obsessed.

The Cup and the pretty Alpha hiding in the kitchen from me would make retiring more than worth it.

When I say that Alexi Bandnin is the most intimidating person I’ve ever met, I might mean it. It’s not because he’s mean or scary, it’s because he’s so fucking nice while being so goddamn big. Like, who gave him the right?

Rule number one of hockey: don’t fuck with the goalie. And it’s nice to know this new team has my back.

Rule number two of hockey: keep your head in the game, and don’t think about how fucking hot the team captain is.

Right now, I know for sure Piper is going to be in my pack. I don’t care what the good doctor says, she’s going to be mine. I’d be lying if I said the Beta next to me didn’t stir something up as well. But I’m not really sure who is going to be the hardest to convince. The good thing is, I love a fucking challenge.

I’m truly wondering when my persistence turns into something creepy. Nothing less than Piper telling me to fuck off will do.

Piper Blake wants me, and maybe it’s not at the capacity in which I want her, but I’ll take what I can get.

I know that Piper doesn’t need me. But fuck if I don’t want Piper to want me as much as I want her.

The pain doesn’t go away, and it just keeps getting worse. Like each loss is a brick and I’m inside as I build the structure; each loss is another step toward suffocating me completely.

Every day it feels like I’m solidifying myself on this team, and I can’t help but note just how fucking good that feels.

there’s something about Piper that allows me to put my guard down just a little bit. I haven’t been able to put my finger on it, but it’s addictive.

I’m not sure when this urge hits me, but I can’t help the overwhelming feeling of wanting Owen and Piper to both be mine.

The night at the hotel is lonely, and all I wish is that it was filled with two people who don’t know each other and have no idea the lengths I’ll go to in order to make them both mine. I am a patient Alpha, after all.

Mentally, I know I can handle the strain, I can always push my mindset further. But my body… it wants to give up. It wants me to crawl into a nest and get fucked until I smell like the Alphas taking care of me. Needy ass fucking Omega pheromones.

God, I have my hands fucking full. An Omega hiding their designation and a female Alpha who doesn’t seem keen on ever asking for help. But if anyone is going to bring these two together, it’s gonna be me.

“Life’s too short to live for other people. You don’t want to spend more time doing something that doesn’t make you happy.

I’m surrounded by people every day, and yet I feel so alone. I have the bestest friend anyone could ask for, a career most people dream of, and yet it feels like none of it is enough. That I’m not enough.

Alexi kisses like I’m his oxygen, like he needs to kiss me or he won’t survive, and maybe I’m starting to feel the same way.

I already told Piper that now isn’t the time for a relationship, and now I have another Alpha who wants my attention. The Omega side of me preens at having two Alphas who are interested in me, but the other part of me is terrified.

“Your father’s wrong. Fuck him for not seeing how perfect you are.”

I just want to feel worthy, but I’m just not sure of what.

I have a lot of feelings about myself and my designation, but I want a future as a pack’s Omega. I just need to do this for me first. I need to see the season through. Prove to people that Omegas can do whatever the fuck they want. But more so to prove to myself that I’m able to accomplish something this significant.

But letting Alexi knot me seems like it would solidify everything. That I’m his Omega, and while I want that, I can’t have that right now.

Alexi has this way of making me still feel like a man while also allowing me to feel like an Omega. I could easily become addicted to it.

He chose to be with me; he trusted me as his teammate and as his Alpha. Owen may not realize that’s what I am. But one hundred percent that blond bastard is mine, and if anyone tries anything, I’ll fuck them up, including his brother.

He’s wearing socks with strawberries on them today, and it’s fucking adorable. I make a note to get him more cute socks to wear for games.

A scent match. An Omega that I can call my own tops everything. My fears, my career, my stubbornness. I would throw everything away for my Omega. And he doesn’t want me.

I’m not sure what I just got myself into, but I think it’s going to change everything.

This season started off with me wanting to go out with a bang and end on top, but now it’s turned more into giving Owen his dream and starting my pack.

“So you’re what? The house fuck toy?” Owen says, and I laugh. I grin. “Damn right I am.”

Note to self: make sure your roommates aren’t fucking before you bring a child into the home.

I look over at Owen, who takes a deep breath, and I realize I might need to adjust some of my actions with Charlotte. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I have an Omega now, and I need him to be comfortable.

I find myself thinking often if winning the Stanley Cup is worth this much struggle. But then I think about what is two months versus a lifetime as a pack, and I settle myself down. I can do this, we can do this.

Everything is a mess, and all I can smell is delicious smelling fruit. But as I put one arm under her head and toss another over both of their bodies, I realize that everything I’ve ever wanted is in this bed right now.

I not only love you, but you made me love myself again, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for that.”

The way this larger than life man can be so fucking soft for me has me melting into the mattress.

I always knew Charlotte loved her nest and that her pack sees it as a revered place, but this is truly the first time I really get it. This is more than a room, this is a place where I can be completely me with the two people who have somehow become my whole life.

I’m not sure who’s meaner, my own voice in my head or the one that sounds like my father.

It wasn’t until recently that I’ve come to terms with the fact that being an Omega isn’t a curse, and I actually like a lot of the stereotypical Omega things—and there's nothing wrong with that.

Walking away completely from a toxic family isn’t a light decision, and maybe it wasn’t truly my choice. But accepting it and moving forward with my life is my choice.

When I focus back on my own pack, my chest throbs. They are my everything, and I wouldn’t have had this without putting my heart on the line and getting out of my own way.

Letting pieces of your heart walk around outside your body is the hardest thing I’ll ever do, but loving Owen and Alexi is easier than breathing.

This life is nothing but what you make it, and I plan on making mine incredible with the people I love by my side.