Kayden
The next morning came faster than I wanted. My alarm woke me up at six, blaring, and for ten minutes I lay there staring at the ceiling, remembering last night.
The tension between Rhys and me and his scent were clinging to the back of my mind, no matter how much I tried to block them out.
"Oh, fuck this," I groaned as I pushed myself up, showered, dressed, and headed out before I had the chance to overthink anything else.
The practice facility was already buzzing when I arrived. The sound of skates carving into the ice echoed off the rafters. Pucks slammed against the boards with a thunderous crack, and someone was shouting across the rink.
It felt like stepping into another world entirely—one where last night didn't exist and where I didn't have my Omega instincts threatening to leak out.
