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 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.

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.

Alexi Bandnin, number eight for the New Haven Foxes and a man I kissed a year ago, and I can’t seem to get it out of my head.

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

“What, malyshka?” “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.

“Vy khotite priyti na moyu ruku, malyshka?” “What?” she says, opening her eyes and blinking. I realize I must have said it in Russian. “Do you want to come on my hand, malyshka?”

I’m surrounded by people every day, and yet I feel so alone.

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

“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.”