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HOCKEY OMEGAVERSE! IN KU!

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I see a figure pacing back and forth in front of one of the U-shaped sofas.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask softly.

When he turns, I recognize Porter Hanson, right wing for the Heat, and one of the men who nearly had me swallowing my tongue earlier. His minty chocolate scent has lost its sweetness. It’s now tinged with a slightly burnt edge that has flooded the space, making my senses go a little crazy.

His dark blond hair is mussed as if he’s run his hands through it repeatedly. His tie and tuxedo jacket are laid out on the bench behind him, with half the buttons on the white dress shirt he’s wearing unbuttoned. When his eyes meet mine, they’re wide and glassy. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.

His hand runs down the back of his neck as he swallows roughly.

“W-west. Hey. I’m fine. Just had to…uh…take a minute. Too many people, ya know?”

His rushed explanation might have made sense if I hadn’t seen the man thirty minutes ago, surrounded by his teammates, looking like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Right now, he looks like he’s coming off a bender.

“Hanson, you don’t look so hot. Do you need me to get someone? Maybe the doc? I’m pretty sure I saw him—”

“No!” He grimaces, then collects himself and exhales harshly. “I mean…no, thank you. I’m okay, really.”

Stepping further into the alcove, I see sweat beading along his forehead and his chest rising and falling rapidly. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he looks and smells like an Omega with a heat on the horizon, but that’s silly. Hanson is a Beta.

𝑈𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠… 𝑁𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒. If I remember correctly, he’s already in his late twenties. Omegas usually present in their mid-to-late teens. Sure, there are exceptions, but none that would be quite as shocking as this.

I take another step closer, but he backs himself up against the bench, trying to stay as far away from me as possible. I’d think it was Barrett’s hands-off talk doing its job if he didn’t look seconds away from passing out.

“Hanson, you’re a Beta, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?”

His fists clench at his sides as he nods. “Yup. Beta through and through. For twenty-eight years. Never been anything else.”

He’s rambling now, that terrified look making his big hazel eyes appear even larger.

Closing the distance between us, his scent hits me even harder. It’s way too strong to be a Beta, which means he’s hiding something. When I look up at his face, he’s studiously avoiding my stare, and that’s when another possibility hits me.

“It’s okay. You can talk to me,” I cajole. “Did your blockers wear off? Is that what happened?”

His shoulders slump as he shakes his head. “No. I’ve never taken blockers.”

𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠… 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑝. 𝐴 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡-𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎. 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚.

“Did your designation just come in?” I ask in a shocked whisper.

His eyes meet mine, then he nods, a broken sob escaping. “What the heck am I going to do?”

“Oh, Porter.” I step into him—this man I barely know—and wrap my arms around his waist. His body sags into mine as he pulls me into his chest, holding on tightly. “It’s going to be okay.”

He chuckles, but the sound is not at all light or playful. It’s self-deprecating.

“Frick. I can see it now. Co-captain of the Phoenix Heat presents as an Omega. It’s going to turn into a fucking media circus. My career is over.”

🏒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 🏒
"...this omegaverse was perfectly flavoured but not overwhelmed with [hockey] lingo. OH MY GOSH the two heats were spiiiiicy and man, I wish there was more Ziggy! I liked all the characters and the flow of the plot - a little Hallmarky? But in that satisfying way that is so, so addicting."
— Amazon Reviewer Beccaroo

"I can say it now…this is one of my all time favorite omegaverse books! It has everything I love in a book, such as, grumpy sunshine, enemies to lovers, hockey, why choose, age gap, friends to lovers, found family and so much more!"
— Amazon Reviewer Trish P.

"Wow!! This book was the best RH I have ever read hands down!! I was fooled by the cover but you will have to read this book to understand what I mean but HOLY HOTTTTNESS!!"
— Amazon Reviewer Outspoken

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