Page 33 of My Pucking Mate

W e’re wrapping up the last period now. We’re up four to one, so we’re really just letting the clock run out at this point. Luckily, India left some time during the second period.

Just one more minute of game time, and I can head to the locker rooms and get the fuck out of here with my girl. She doesn’t look as upset as she did. She doesn’t look as happy either, though, and that bothers me. I’m going to have to take care of all of this as soon as possible.

The game finally ends, and I make a beeline for my girl. Keeping up appearances, I place my hand against the barrier; she does the same, but the smile on her face is forced and fake. It’s not lighting up the room like it was earlier, and it’s my fault. My wolf is furious beneath my skin for hurting our mate’s feelings, and I can’t even blame him.