This Omega doesnāt do drama, drugs, or hockey players. The first two for obvious reasons. The last because I donāt shit where I eat. As the daughter of the Phoenix Heatās owner, I know better than to dip my toes into that particular pool. The league is way too small a world, and I am a drama-free zone.
When my daddy strongly suggests (read: insists) I come home for a visit, how can I say no? But without my besties by my side, thereās no one to stop me from making an epicly stupid decision when I discover the Heatās captain in a compromising position. Iām suddenly in the one place I swore Iād never beā¦a hockey playerās bed, forging pack bonds I had no intention of having.
When scandal erupts around us, I vow to do whatever it takes to save my new pack, even at my own expense. In a moment of desperation, I lock lips with their nemesis right on the kiss cam. Now, Iām the one in desperate need of saving from the grumpy center of the Chicago Storm.
Can this Omega bridge the gap between these mortal enemies, or have I just doomed us all?