Page 83 of Knot Your Rebel

Sin: Thanks.

What the hell is wrong with me? My omega’s changing me into a big softie. Before Rebel, I’d have let him sweat it out until the next practice.

Maybe being soft isn’t being weak, it's just understanding that there’s another human being out there who may need to hear something only I can say.

I reach over to my nightstand and realize that my glass of water is empty. I’m dying for a drink, so I slip out of bed, grab my phone, and head to the kitchen. This is the exact reason I had the master bedroom laid out on the first floor. Let’s face it, no one wants to walk down the stairs in the middle of the night looking for a drink.

The light from the fridge is blinding as I open it to get some ice out of the freezer. Once I’m satisfied there’s enough ice, I put my glass under the water dispenser and listen to it fill the cup. While I’m waiting, I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to Drake.

Me: Got a favor to ask of you.

Drake: That’s not ominous or anything.

Me: You’re the only one I’d trust with this.

Drake: Not helping the ominous situation here. Do I need to blacklist you, too? Crying laughing emoji.

Me: You had Sin shitting his pants, bro. But I put him out of his misery.

Drake: Well, damn. Now I feel bad.

Me: He’s a big boy. He’ll figure it out.

Drake: So about this favor…

Me: We’re out of town the game after the next. Rebel will be alone, and since you’re not going with the whole concussion thing, I’m going to need you to watch her.

Drake: Stalker much?

Me: If I could tie her up and take her with me, I would, but somehow, I feel like she wouldn’t go willingly.

Drake: Feisty omega?

Me: Something like that.

Drake: So, why am I playing knight in shining armor? Guessing it has something to do with why you and Gunnar skipped the game tonight? It didn’t escape me that Nova and Rebel were also MIA.

Me: Someone attacked Nova last night.

Drake: Fuck. How’s Gunnar?

He asks this because he knows what happened with Gunnar’s sister. The truth is we all do, and no matter how much he denies it, Gunnar copped feels for Nova at some point this season. He just needs to pull his head out of his ass.

Me: Hanging in there, but kind of a mess. He got there in time, but…

Drake: Yeah, I get it. But… What does this have to do with your omega?

Me: Besides the fact that they’re best friends and my omega is blaming herself for the situation? The guy who assaulted her used to rape my omega as a teenager.

Drake: I’m coming over.

The doorbell rings a few minutes later, and when I open it, Drake is standing there with a six pack of beer. “Please tell me one of you killed him,” he says, shoving past me and heading into the living room.

I shake my head. “Come on in, then.”

He snorts, walking away. “Oh, get over yourself. Seriously, he’s behind bars or six feet under, right?”

He drops down onto the couch and pulls a beer from the case. The same beer I grab from him a moment later. “Dude, concussion. Pretty sure you shouldn’t be drinking.”

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