Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
The next thing I know, they’re ripped off my waist entirely, and then his scent hits me.
I whip around, and yep, it’s Lucas. He looks like he’s two seconds away from tearing Danny in half.
“What the fuck, man?” Danny says, clearly confused and maybe a little terrified.
“Get the fuck out,” Lucas growls, his eyes flashing gold.
Danny blinks, then stutters, “You’re... Alpha Lucas?”
“Now,” Lucas snaps.
Danny doesn’t need to be told twice. He bolts so fast he probably leaves a Danny-shaped cloud behind.