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

by Sarah Blue

“Charles, I don’t know what to do.” “About the hot hockey men, or surgery?” “Both.” “You want my real opinion or not?” I sigh and nod my head. “I think you need to stop caring what your dickhead father thinks and switch specialties. And as far as the guys go, I don’t know Owen, but he seems kind and smitten with you. I think Alexi is perfect for you, and I’ve always known you would need an Alpha in your pack.”

“You get a week,” he says while still holding on to my arm. “What?” I blink back at him confused. “You have a week to think about this, and if you don’t come to me to talk about it, well, I’ll hunt your ass down.”

You let these Alphas take care of you. Stop being such a fucking dumbass. I love you. Call me later.

“When I say I want you, I mean I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates, show you off, end my day with you in my bed.”

This ideology that you have to breathe, sleep, and eat medicine to be a surgeon is insane.

I’m coming to the conclusion that living out my dream for a season has to be enough.

“I can’t… I don’t like the idea of becoming a pack when I’m hiding my designation.” “That’s why were going to win the fucking Cup, and me and you are going to retire, and then the three of us are going to live our best lives.” “You’ve got it all figured out?” I joke, his fingertips trailing patterns on my shoulder. “Someone has to, so I figured it might as well be me.”

“I really had to choose the two most emotionally stunted people to be in my pack.” “That sounds like a you problem.”

Owen Connery is an Omega, and he is my scent match.

I deserve an award. One bigger than the Stanley Cup for my strength and patience for living with both Piper and Owen. The tension in the house… is something.

“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.

“There is no pack without you. Don’t you see it?” “What?” he says, and I shake my head. “You’re the heart of the pack.” He shakes his head. “You’re the Omega.” He says Omega softly, so no one in the locker room hears.

“Sure, but without you, we’re nothing. You’ve been there for me and Piper when we needed someone the most, despite not being a scent match. You’ve taken care of both of us with no expectations of anything in return. You were the one who was adamant that we would be a pack, and look at us now. You made this happen. You’re the pack Alpha, and I don’t want to hear any more of this bullshit again. I want you today, I’m going to want you tomorrow, and once this season is over, I’m going to want your bond mark just as much as I want Piper’s, you got me?”

You’re the smartest person I know, but right now, you’re being so goddamn stupid.

I lean forward, bringing her lips to mine, and it’s like the world tilts on its axis.

“I’m not just your captain, I’m your Alpha on and off the ice. You tell me when something’s wrong, understand?”

Winning the Cup with Owen is single handedly one of the best experiences of my life.

I no longer seek approval from Peter Blake, and as far as I’m concerned, the only family I have is my pack and Charlotte. 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.