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

by Sarah Blue

“Being a mom doesn’t stop me from getting railed every day that ends in Y.”

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

“Oh, don’t you malyshka me,” she says, pointing at my chest. Her Russian is shit, and it makes me smile. “I looked that up. I’m not your baby girl. I’m an Alpha, and I’m no one’s baby girl.” My grin spreads even further. “You could be.”

Between the hot doctor who invites me to Christmas markets and parties, there’s an even bigger Alpha who seems to have found his way under my skin in a way I don’t quite know how to handle.

“Thanks for the drink, cap.” “You’re welcome, sólnyshka.” “Once I figure out how to spell that, I’m looking it up.” “Be my guest.”

“Piper is your date to the party?” Alexi asks with a mischievous smile. “We’re friends,” I interject, and Alexi’s smile widens even further. “Piper is a good friend to have,” Alexi says. Charlotte still hasn’t left, and her pregnant ass is just standing there with a beaming smile like this is the most riveting TV show she’s ever seen in her life. “Piper is the best kind of friend,” Charlotte says, and I’ve never wanted to drown her before, but there’s a first for everything.

I noticed the way he flirted with Piper at the Christmas party. And while I think the man gives me attention, it’s nothing like the way he looks at Piper. Which might be similar to the way I’m looking at Piper, and I don’t know how to make myself stop looking at her that way.

I’ve got to figure my shit out. Because something tells me if I let Owen and Alexi go, it will be a bigger regret than any career decision I ever make.

“There isn’t anything to say. I think I finally have my priorities straight now. You, Alexi, Charlotte, and her pack. That’s what’s most important. Plus, we found ourselves a sugar daddy, so even if no programs want me, he’ll take care of us.”

“Definitely not, threesomes before first dates always,” I joke, and she smiles.

“You want me to train this sweet, perfect pussy to take my knot, malyshka?” “Please.” “Please, what?” he says. “Please, Alpha,” I say, and he clicks his tongue, and his next thrust is so rough I let out a needy moan. “You want my Alpha knot? That’s what you’re going to fucking call me.”