Omega Mack who rarely gets approached by alphas when he’s younger because he’s so insanely beautiful, talented, and smells amazing, so most people are intimidated and think they have no chance.
Mack misinterprets this and assumes it’s because he’s undesirable or there’s something wrong with him. His self esteem is so low he doesn’t notice when people are genuinely hitting on him. He mentions it in passing one time, making a joke about it so it hurts less.
Will stares at him like he grew a second head. “Celly, do you not notice people staring at you everywhere we go???”
“Well yeah, but we’re NHL players! And they’re probably looking at you.” Will’s obviously the handsome one between the two of them.
Will shakes his head, looking confused. “Um, no… they’re definitely not looking at me. there’s like twenty players in your DMs at all times!”
Mack flushes. “Okay but they’re not into me, they just wanna talk hockey!”
“You think Bedard was texting you at two in the morning yesterday just to talk hockey?”
Mack folds his arms over his chest, unsure why he feels so defensive. He’s felt terrible about himself for years, there’s no way he was just imagining it all.
“Connor is my friend! He just wants to train with me in the summer.”
Will mirrors Mack’s stance. “I think he wants a lot more than just to train.”
Mack’s blushing furiously. “Connor could have any pretty omega he wants. He wouldn’t go after me.”
Will groans in exasperation. “You’re the pretty omega everyone wants, Mack!”
Mack freezes, his heart stuttering. “You think I’m pretty?”
Will laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Everyone does, Mack! You get hit on all the time. I don’t know how you haven’t noticed.”
Mack can’t think of anything else to say. His mind is racing—not because he just realized he’s maybe not as undesirable as he’s always felt, but because the one alpha whose attention he actually wants just said he’s attractive!
