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.

It’s not that I think Alexi is out of my league, I think that if I let myself indulge in that tall, big, future silver fox that I wouldn’t be able to walk away.

What does a girl have to do to get groped around here?

“See anything you like?” she says, taking another heavy sip. “I don’t know, like a very tall man with a Russian accent who looks at you like he wants to eat you out from behind.”

“Being a mom doesn’t stop me from getting railed every day that ends in Y.” She cackles again, and it’s contagious.

“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.”

I need to stay as far away from Alexi Bandnin as I physically can. I glance at him one last time. He’s the kind of man you settle down with, who consumes your whole life. I have to stay focused. My life has always been planned out for me, and I can’t let a man get between that.

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 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.

“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.”

“Look at me when I make you come, malyshka.”

“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 scared, but more than anything, I’m lonely. I sit on my bedroom floor and let that feeling sink in, let it all sink in, and it breaks me. 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. That these good things just happen to me and I don’t deserve them. When will anything I do feel like enough? Will I ever feel deserving of what I have or who I surround myself with? I’ve never felt so alone with my thoughts as I do now.

“How about I come on your back to teach you a lesson. Hmm? Put my cum where you thought it was okay to wear another man's name.”

“To first dates, though I think this is supposed to come before all the things we’ve done so far.” “Definitely not, threesomes before first dates always,”

“You want me to train this sweet, perfect pussy to take my knot, malyshka?”

“Are we going to be one of those sappy packs that is obsessed with each other and is always saying overly cute shit?” “Yeah, I think that’s exactly who we’re going to be.”

“No babies, just creampies,”

“I don’t know if I can handle two silver foxes in this pack.”