Page 83 of Vampire Pack

Mal

Love you! Kiss King for both of us ;)

Me

Hahaha

Paige

Don't tease like that

She might have to kill you ;)

Me

I'll take my possible possessive violence into consideration

They both sent laughing emojis, and I put my phone down.

I had a mate who loved me obsessively.

And I had two packs.

When I really considered it… what else could a woman possibly want?

epilogue

CARMEN—SIXISH MONTHS LATER

"Where the fuck is Hollis?" Jude yelled to King and I, as we stepped out of our corner of the locker room.

King had wanted us to move to the women's locker room after we sealed our bond.

I refused.

Us using the vampire pack's corner was the compromise. He blocked everyone else's view of me with his wings when I changed.

The game was starting in fifteen minutes. Hollis was usually the first one there. He liked to listen to music for ages, to get into the zone. Today, he was missing.

We were going into the first round of playoffs, and everyone was nervous. Hollis randomly ghosting us wasn't helping. He was the fucking captain.

Mallory had finally cut Jude off of her blood a few days earlier. He'd been a shitshow in the only game we played since then. Which made other people into shitshows too.

Everyone was off. We had lost.

We never fucking lost.

If Jude was off his game, and Hollis wasn't playing, we were fucked. Top team in the league, highest score of the season, but out of playoffs in the first game.

"Why do you ask that like you know where he is?" King called back.

Jude looked grim.

King pulled me in front of him and walked us both right to Jude's side. The man's hair was even more of a mess than usual, and he was pacing. He didn't pace. Or he hadn't, before he'd started weaning off Mallory's blood.

"What did you do?" King growled. "It's the fucking playoffs."

"He was supposed to be back two hours ago," Jude growled back. "It shouldn't have taken this long."