Pucked On Ice
We found a quiet bench near the back exit, away from the rest of the team, and sat down.
For a while, we just sat in silence. Then Dex turned his head slightly toward me and inhaled.
“You smell different lately,” he said quietly. “Sweeter. Stronger. Especially when you were sweating out there on the ice today.”
My stomach dropped. I froze, heart suddenly hammering against my ribs.
Dex continued, his voice low and careful, like he didn’t want to scare me. “You’re an Omega, aren’t you?”
The words hit me like a hard check into the boards. I stared at him, mouth dry, unable to speak for a long second. The scent. My sweat during practice. The way my body had been betraying me more and more. It al
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