Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(66)

The crowd roared as Rylan ran toward the Gnomes’ goal, the thirty-pound ball tucked under one arm but situated slightly in front of him. The other team still had their ten and twenty in play and while one of their players headed for their own goal, the other was running after Rylan with the ten-pound ball.

With an overhead, two-arm throw, the Skeletons’ player threw the ball at Rylan. The game was quite barbaric with throwing balls at each other, but it wasn’t much different than being tackled.

Beck had been running along with the two and as the ball released, he dove in front of it, taking a hit right to the chest just as Rylan made it within scoring distance.

“And with a brutal save to the chest, Thomas is down, saving Abbott from what might have been a repeat from last year’s playoffs. Abbott is nearing the goal! Will he… he scores! Gnomes just need ten to win!” The announcer’s excitement was amping up the crowd to near deafening loudness. I was glad I had a headset that muffled the roar. “And Thomas is up! He has the ten! But Dominguez is right behind him! Thomas throws! Oh, ouch! Dominguez takes him to the turf! The Gnomes win!”

The headset crackled on, which I got to wear as their coach—not that I did anything besides relay anything important to the team. “We need a doctor for Thomas. He hit his head going down.”

My heart jumped into my throat as those on the sidelines swarmed the field in celebration and Beck left my line of sight.

I started to move forward onto the field and Payne grabbed my arm. “Let me go! Beck’s hurt!” I didn’t know if he could hear me, but he must have, because he said something to the rest of the pack, and they tucked me between them before moving out onto the field.

Payne put his arm around my shoulders as we shoved through people. For being the quiet broody one of the group, he had been surprisingly sweet.

We got to the goal area, and I shoved my way through the throng of people to find Beck just sitting up, a grin on his face.

The whine that left me drew every alpha’s attention as I bolted forward the final few feet and threw myself onto him. He rocked back a bit but stayed upright, wrapping his arms around me.

His purr started and he nuzzled his face into my neck. “I’m okay, little omega.”

I was pretty aware of all eyes on us and felt my cheeks flame. “What did I say about calling me that?”

“Guess you’ll have to punish me later.” He chuckled and then moved me off his lap so we could stand.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He looked fine, but concussions couldn’t always be seen. “We should get you to the hospital.”

He kissed my forehead. “The doctor will check me out when we’re back in the locker room.”

“Sorry, man.” The player who had tackled him to the ground stuck out his hand to Beck. “Good game. Looking forward to kicking your asses next year.”

Rylan came up behind me and gave me a bear hug, lifting me off the ground. I squealed and spun as soon as my feet were touching down. He had a huge grin on his face and dove in for a kiss.

Warmth and comfort enveloped me on all four sides as my pack surrounded me. They’d won, and as excited as I was, I knew there were more serious matters we needed to deal with.





I knew as soon as we set foot in the tunnel from the field that something was wrong. My omega senses were tingling, and I squeezed Rio’s and Beck’s hands as we walked toward the locker room. They must have sensed it too because their relaxed demeanors were quickly replaced with tension.

We turned the corner, and there was a group of OPS agents and police officers outside the locker room. Their heads immediately turned our way and my stomach plummeted.

“This should be fun,” Rylan muttered. “Didn’t the security guards take Brian to the security office?”

“They’re here for me. I ran from them at the house.” I pulled free of Beck and Rio and walked farther in front of them.

The police were the ones that reacted though. They walked right past me. “Beckett Thomas?”

“That’s me.” He sighed, seeming to already know what was about to happen. Why else would they be asking him to identify himself?

All the happiness I’d felt over the win vanished as one of the offers stepped forward. “You’re under arrest for possession and use of heat stimulant pills.” The officer took out his cuffs. “Turn around.”

“What the fuck?” Beck took a step back. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“You have the wrong guy. Brian Stokes was taken by stadium security for tampering with her pills.” Rio didn’t move from where he was standing but put his hand on Beck’s back, stopping him from retreating.”

“We’ve found heat stimulant pills in his bag matching the same pills that were given to Ms. Sterling.” One of the OPS officers held up a clear evidence bag with two containers of pills. “We also found the heat suppressants that we believe belong to Ms. Sterling.”

This couldn’t be happening.

“That’s insane! She’s my mate, I wouldn’t do something like this to her!” Beck’s face turned red, and his hands were shaking at his sides. “I haven’t seen those pills before.”

“Are you going to make a scene or are you going to come willingly?” The officer never took his eyes off Beck. “Given the circumstances, I would suggest your full cooperation.”