Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

L earning to live with people is much harder than I thought it would be. It’s even more difficult when two of my boyfriends can’t seem to get along.

Don’t get me wrong, they aren’t fighting, which is progress, but there’s still this constant tension between the two of them.

I’ve been researching therapists when I get a little curious and start looking at the Finnegan the Fox subreddit—which is a serious mistake.

r/hockeysluths

Foxy Lady

What the hell is going on in New Haven?

Am I the only one who is following what’s been going on with the Foxes? Does anyone else think it’s weird that Finnegan the Fox, Nilsen, and Connery were all missing during the same games with no word from the higher ups?

I thought maybe it was a cover-up, or maybe they were quietly being put on probation. It’s no secret that Nilsen and Connery haven’t gotten along this season.

And no matter how much the press tries to make Connery palatable for the fans, I just don’t buy it.

DotheGritty – 1 day ago

I have a friend who does catering at the stadium. Word on the street is the coach’s daughter just got fired. She handled a lot of their social media. If you look back to last week, all the posts were repeats or clearly canned posts. If you go a step further, Nilsen, Connery, and the coach’s daughter (Sloane Applegate) did not post on social media. I tried to find out who the mascot is, but no luck.

HockeyStan22 – 1 day ago

Great, just what this team needs, another fucking pack contract. If they keep doing this shit, all we’re going to have on teams is packs that no one can trade. Shit like this is ruining the sport.

I take a deep breath and keep scrolling. There are far more comments than I realized, most of which aren’t that great.

UConnPrincess – 1 day ago

I took this picture a while ago. Back then I didn’t think much of it. Could the tattooed guy be the mascot with Nilsen and the coach’s slutty daughter?

I blink rapidly as I look at the image of the three of us; it was the night my grandma died and I introduced him. The rest of the comments are harsh, mostly speculating, slut shaming, and hating on pack contracts.

I’m not sure why reading all this makes me feel guilty and has a gross feeling in my stomach. It’s not like I really care what strangers think about me or my pack, but it still doesn’t help this feeling.

Not wanting to let this get to me, I close the laptop and head upstairs.

I should know better. Knocking is essential when you live in a home with four parents.

But then again, walking in on Ethan on his knees for Bram isn’t a bad sight at all. Neither of them stops, and Bram just looks at me while Ethan sucks his dick.

I lean against the doorframe, just enjoying the show.

The large Alpha has his hand tangled in Ethan’s hair as the Beta savors him.

They look good together, and I smile, happy that they’re forging their own relationship outside of me being involved.

“Fuck, mascot, just like that,” Bram tells him.

My mouth is open, ready to scold him, when Ethan moans around Bram’s length.

Huh. Maybe Ethan is a little into degradation.

Well, he’s going to have to get that from Bram because he’s a sweet angel to me.

“You like our Omega watching while you suck my dick?” Bram asks.

Ethan turns ever so slightly, glancing in my direction before getting back to pleasuring Bram.

“Take it all the way,” Bram tells him. “That’s it, choke on it. Fuck.”

Well, now I’m exceedingly horny.

But I don’t move, not wanting to interrupt their moment. As much as it feels like everything is about me, this is not.

“Swallow it all down like a good boy.”

I rub my thighs together, trying to take away some of the ache.

Ethan gags, but Bram holds his head in place as he fucks his throat before swallowing him down.

“I think our Omega needs you next,” Bram says, helping Ethan off the floor and giving him a kiss before heading to the shower.

“Wow,” I rasp out.

Ethan laughs and picks me up by my hips and tosses me on the bed before tickling my sides and putting a huge smile on my face.

“I heard you might be needing my mouth too,” Ethan jokes, crawling down my body. “So lucky to be the pack fellatio and cunnilingus master,” he says, and I laugh even more as he kisses up my leg.

All the posts and comments I was reading earlier completely slip away.

Much to Bram’s chagrin, I’m spending the night at Max’s tonight. His apartment is bare and bland, but it smells like him at least.

I thought it would be better to stay over here for a change. It’s clear he feels some type away being at Bram’s. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s his house and he feels like an unwelcome guest or because Bram’s scent is so embedded in the home that it brings out a deep Alpha side of him.

But Max and I were thrust into each other’s arms, and it feels unfair that he constantly feels uncomfortable.

We’re lying on his couch, his arm around me as I snuggle into his side. I love his size and scent so much, but even in his own home, he doesn’t seem to be able to truly relax.

“Max, what’s wrong?” I say, sitting on my knees to face him.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says as his phone vibrates repeatedly on the arm of the couch.

“Your phone has been going crazy, and you’ve seemed on edge all night.”

He scrubs a hand down his face. “I just wanted tonight to be relaxing with you and me.”

I’m about to ask him why it can’t be when he hands me the phone.

It seems the speculation about our pack has left Reddit and moved over to national news.

Shit.

The first article is the worst. The title is “The Coach’s Daughter and the Rake.” It’s a picture of me and Max smiling at the Humane Society event weeks ago. The article is rife with misinformation that basically calls Max a slut who can’t hold down an Omega and wondering if he’s the reason my father fired me.

Max looks mortified, but I keep scrolling through the different things he’s been sent.

There is one funny one at least.

“A Deep Dive into the Beta Hottie Under the Mask . ”

I laugh. “Well, Ethan will love this one,” I say, and Max gives me a forced laugh.

For whatever reason, the article doesn’t mention much about Bram. I suppose I’ve been in public more with Ethan and Max.

“I’m not sure why people are sensationalizing this. It’s not like I’m famous.”

Max holds out his arm, and I go back to my previous position. His body seems to relax a little more now that he’s shown me what’s bothering him.

“There’s only been one more pack contract since Eli and Mikael’s pack. I think add in the mascot and you being the coach’s daughter, it’s exciting for people to speculate.”

“Don’t forget you and Bram being enemies.”

He clears his throat, and I pat his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring him up,” I say, even though we need to get over this.

I can’t have my Alphas living in separate houses, and I can’t help but to think all this media attention might make things even worse with the two of them getting along.

“I just wish we didn’t have to travel again tomorrow,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

“Me either,” I agree.

The only reason I’ve been able to stay sane is a mixture of Ethan being home with me and the promise that we’ll figure out our shit and I’ll finally have the bonds I’ve been pining for.

Part of me kind of wants to rip the bandage off and just bond with them to see if it solves the problem, but I know it could make things worse.

I don’t want them to fight, and I hate that I’m part of the reason they don’t get along.

Max squeezes me close to his chest like he can sense my train of thought.

“We’re going to get this sorted, baby. We have an appointment set, and for the most part, Nilsen and I have been getting along.”

“I know, I just feel guilty, I think.”

“Don’t. You’re worth whatever we need to go through to make this work.”

I sit up and straddle his lap, trailing the skin of his jaw. He’s so handsome and big. The universe knew what it was doing.

“Do you miss me while you’re gone?” I ask, grinding on his lap.

“More than anything.”

I take off my sweater, leaving me in just a bra as I take his phone and start snapping pictures of the two of us.

“Your shirt needs to go too,” I tell him, and he happily agrees, ripping his shirt from the collar and tossing it on the floor.

I take a few pictures of us kissing and him without his shirt on before tossing the phone.

“Maybe those will help,” I say, smiling while I kiss him.

“I think it will just make me miss you even more,” he says.

His scent is a warm comfort, and I’m one hundred percent taking his shirt home with me so I can get a whiff whenever I need one.

He kisses down my neck, paying extra attention to one spot where he sucks and licks my skin.

“One day, I’m going to mark you here, baby.”

“But where will I mark you?” I joke.

“Wherever the fuck you want,” he mumbles, squeezing my ass, making me grind harder on his lap.

I unbutton my jeans and stand up and slide out of them as he pushes down his shorts.

“There are condoms in the bathroom,” he says.

I walk mostly naked to the bathroom, feeling a little pissed he has condoms. I mean, logically, I know we need one, but I also don’t like the fact that he probably purchased them before we were together. It’s stupid, but I’m just an Omega.

When I come back and slide the condom on his cock, he pulls me on his lap, and I slink down his length. The stretch and feel of him feels like a warm caress, and I let myself and my jealous feelings go.

Unlike all the other times I’ve been with Max, this is different.

It’s sweet and slow.

His strong hands don’t leave my body as I ride him, our lips constantly on each other as I just enjoy the scent and feel of him.

“You’re so perfect,” he says, and I shake my head.

I’m far from perfect. I was just jealous of condoms.

“Heat Sloane would have loved that comment,” he jokes, and I laugh before grabbing his jaw and kissing him harder.

“Then you’re perfect too,” I whisper against his lips.

“I want everything with you,” he says as he shifts his hips, fucking me from below.

My hands are clasped behind his head as I search his pretty blue eyes.

“Everything, baby,” he repeats.

It has me sliding down, taking his knot and moaning out my orgasm. His release follows as he ruts me from below.

I rest my head against his shoulder, and he pets my hair. A feeling of contentment ripples through me, and I know that I’ll do anything to help Max fit into the pack.

“Don’t listen to any of those articles,” I tell him.

“I was going to say the same to you.”

“They don’t know us, they don’t know you. That’s not who you are anymore,” I tell him.

He holds me tighter, not saying anything for a long moment before mumbling into my hair.

“Thank you for always believing in me.”

I well up with some tears but shove them down.

“That’s what a pack does,” I say, and I mean it.

Because we will get through this. We will be okay.