Chapter 6 6

CHAPTER 6: FELIX

"You okay?" Paul asked.

"Yeah." I gave a tired, half-smile. "I am good. And you were right—I am off my game. I have been playing like an untrained pup. It is all the stress with Olive. My dad was screaming at her again this morning about her grades and her training. I tried to help her with her history homework, but I couldn't even understand it myself. I feel like I am failing as an older brother."

"You are not her father, Felix," Paul said, leaning on his stick. "You are her brother. And honestly, she is lucky to have you. If you didn't stand between her and the Alpha, she would be in way more trouble."

I sighed, rubbing my sore jaw. "I gave her a bowl of cereal for dinner last night because I was too tired to cook after my father sent all the cooks to the servant quarters . Even the Pack cooks treat her better than that."

Paul laughed. "That is nothing. My parents were away on a border patrol last week and I ate protein bars for three days straight."

"It is not just the food," I said, looking down at the ice. "It is the pressure. My dad wants her to be a warrior, but she just wants to be a kid. I can't protect her forever if I can't even get my own life under control."

"Then get someone to help her with school," Paul suggested.

"With what time?" I growled. "My dad has me training with the elite guards every night after hockey practice."

Paul didn't answer. He was looking through the glass of the hockey rink toward the street. "Is that the new girl?"

My eyes followed his gaze. There she was. The omega. The girl who sat her cute, stubborn ass right on my desk this morning. The girl with the fierce eyes who refused to back down when I told her to back off. The girl who cornered me at the lockers, looking up at me with so much fire that for a second, I actually wanted to move for her.

I didn't, of course. I had to keep my reputation. But seeing her get angry turned my wolf on in a way I couldn't explain. She wasn't even my type—I usually liked she-wolves who were quiet and followed the Pack rules. But this omega was a rebel. She held her head high and her shoulders back, like she was the one in charge. She acted like she came from a powerful bloodline, but why would a girl like that be at this school?

"Damn, she is tough, I saw her get down from the pack bus today." Paul said, 

She was taking the bus. Why would a girl with that much pride be taking a dirty public bus?

"Stay away from her," I said, my voice sounding deeper than usual. "She is nothing but trouble."

"Why? What do you know about her?" Paul asked with a grin.

"I know she doesn't stop until she gets what she wants." I watched as she stopped to fix her shoe. She was tiny, barely five feet tall, but she had a presence that filled the whole street. She stood up and pulled her long hair into a high ponytail.

"Wait." Paul turned to me, his eyes widening. "Is that the girl from your story? The one who sat on your desk?"

I let out a long breath. "Yeah. That is her."

Paul burst out laughing. "No way! I thought that was just a rumor. Someone actually sat on The Glacier’s desk?"

"She wouldn't move," I said, the image of her sitting there flashing in my head again. I didn't plan to touch her, but when she wouldn't budge, my hands just... took over. Lifting her off that desk was the most interesting thing that had happened to me all week. Her waist felt small and firm under my hands.

"Does she have a mate or a boyfriend?" Paul asked, still watching her.

"I don't know, and I don't care," I lied. "Like I said, she is stubborn. You tell her 'no' and she hears 'try harder.' She is a headache."

"Sounds like your perfect match," Paul teased, shoving my shoulder. "Stubborn and doesn't listen? She is exactly like you, Felix."

"Shut up," I snapped, but I couldn't hide the small tug at the corner of my mouth.

“Knox! Paul!" the Coach yelled from the center of the ice. "Did I say this was a social hour? Get back to the net!"

We slowly skated back to our positions. The rink was cold, but I was feeling hot under my jersey. I couldn't stay focused on the puck. I kept thinking about the omega. Who did she think she was, coming into my Pack and acting like she owned the place?

My father wanted me to be an Alpha. But looking at that girl, I realized I might have finally met someone who wouldn't bow down to me. And for the first time in my life, that didn't make me angry—it made me curious.