This is my team. I’ve worked my tail off to be the captain of it, and I’m a secretly gay omega. No one needs to know my sexuality, which is why I work harder than anyone to play hockey.
Omegas tend to be smaller, less muscle dense, and I was devastated when I came into my designation.
My coach as a kid told me I’d be taken advantage of and passed as the team toy, something I’m terrified of. So, I strike before anyone else can.
People call me the Viking Captain, due to the fights I start on the ice. I have no problems wading into battle with my stick and a wild smile. There’s no better rush than this.
My parents accept me completely, but I’m still keeping secrets. I haven’t told anyone that I’m gay. Now there are two alphas that have joined The Lakeview Cougars and they refuse to leave me alone.
They’re stalking me, forcing me to my knees in the locker room, and what’s worse is I love it.
I feel like I’m losing my mind. They’re willing to take everything from me unless I admit that I’m theirs. But you know what? Puck them.
