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The Quarterback's omega mate

Odessa Sloane was an ordinary girl, trying to navigate life as an omega in a thriving pack until her mother married a billionaire and she became step-sisters to her arch enemy. To make matters worse, her fated mate appears, and he's off-limits. All Odessa wants to do is make it through college and hopefully craft a career as a physiotherapist, but that's difficult when the Pack's Alpha is hot on your back. Maverick isn't just the captain of the football team. He's the Alpha Heir. Maverick's focus was on having the best football year of his career with his two best friends, Storm and Gage, by his side, but that changed when an omega came into his life. His passion for her burns as strong as his love for the sport. As Maverick's life comes under threat because his time to become Alpha nears, he has to protect Odessa. Odessa and Maverick must navigate the dynamics of their relationships while a mystery blooms surrounding Odessa's biological father and the real reasons behind the attacks on Maverick. Will their love survive the infernos of life?
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Chapter 6

Maverick POV

Odessa Sloane. Why her of all the women in this Pack? I won’t deny it, she’s gorgeous. The day she waltzed back into my life, her scent drove me insane. There was nothing my wolf wanted more than to be between her legs.

For a second before she disappeared into the kitchen, I thought she might be the one. My fated mate. My wolf didn’t say anything, though.

I found her alone, isolated from the party. I thought if the two of us were alone, I’d sense her as my mate, but that didn’t happen. She didn’t feel anything by the looks of things, and my wolf didn’t feel the presence of the mate bond.

I still thought her scent was incredible, and I wanted to dive right into her. I couldn’t be so reckless, though. It was the right thing for me to remain without a mate. She would become my weak spot, and a target would form on her head.

Storm threw the ball, aiming for my head. I caught it before it made contact.

“Where’s your head at?” Storm asked.

“Hangover Cap?” Slider asked. His real name was Charles, but he was a slippery bugger and he was really fast on the field.

“No, I’m good. I think we’ve trained enough,” I mumbled.

“The Daciana Devils don’t think they’ve trained enough. The local derby’s in two weeks, Maverick. I’m surprised at you,” Coach Manson said.

I raked a hand through my hair. “You’re right. I’m not thinking straight.”

“Take the day off if you have to. Get your head straight.”

“No, no. I’m good.”

Coach wasn’t convinced. I never took a day off. I could drink the whole night, but still show up for training and turn up for the next game. I loved football. It was my life. Football was my escape. After the snake incident in my locker, it was no longer my safe place.

The snake was venomous, but it wasn’t a danger to my life. It was a warning from someone who didn’t want me to be Alpha.

If it didn’t mean giving up my Father’s legacy, I would have given up my title and let my little brother take over.

“Alright, boys, we have a new member to our little family,” Coach Manson said.

“Did you buy another player, coach? Now?” Gage questioned.

Coach always comes to me before he buys new players. Besides, it was too late in the season.

“Of course not. Come on out, Sloane,” Coach called.

Oh shit. Was he serious?

Odessa walked out with a soft smile on her face, dressed in the deep mahogany Daciana Medical staff uniform. The shirt emphasised her breasts, and the pants held on to her curves.

Was I being punished or something?

“Hi,” she said.

“This is just great,” Gage said sarcastically.

“Sure is,” Slider said, a little too eager for me and eager for me and my wolf.

“I expect you all to treat Odessa Sloane with as much respect as you would give our other medical staff members. Odessa will have more responsibility than our usual interns because Ginger’s out for four months on maternity leave.”

“Yes, Coach,” everyone mumbled.

She stared at the ground. She was avoiding my gaze. Every time I went to her house this week, she wasn’t home.

“Good because if Odessa as much as sneezes in a way that indicates one of you knuckleheads upset her, you will be benched! Am I clear?”

“YES, COACH!”

“Good, now get back to your drills.”

“Uh, coach, I think I tweaked my arm. I need Odessa to check me out.”

Before Coach could throw a thousand questions my way, I ushered Odessa into the physio's room. I locked the door.

“I applied for the internship three times! I’m not trying to annoy you or anything,” she blasted.

I tilted my head. There was a safe distance between us, but I wanted to close it and trace my fingers along her skin. That uniform did a good job at concealing her skin, but it teased my imagination by the way it held her perfectly.

“I’m glad you took the job, now I don’t think you’re avoiding me.”

“It’s not you I’m avoiding,” she mumbled as she walked around the physio room.

This one was smaller and was reserved for longer sessions. Most of us on the team were shifters, so we spent minimal time with the physio therapists. Our injuries were cured within a week. The usual muscle fatigue was the only thing that brought us here.

I was convinced that would change with Odessa here.

“Is that so?” I asked nonchalantly.

She avoided my gaze.

I knew all about the pictures that sparked a mini uproar in town. The pictures of Gage and Odessa weren’t a smoking gun. It just showed them going into a building and coming out late. It was suspicious, and it was enough to spark cheating rumours.

Gage hadn’t addressed them, and neither had Storm. Something like this could come between us, which was why I got to Storm first and convinced him not to kill his best friend.

“If you’re not mad, I’m here, then what’s this about?” she asked.

I cleared my throat. “I’m not mad, I’m surprised. It’s going to be tricky having my mate around.”

She paused. She stared at me as if I had said something wrong.

“I-I…”

I closed the distance between us, but left enough space for her to flee if she wanted to.

“Don’t tell me you still can’t feel our bond, Odessa. I’m not lying about this.”

She looked away. I lifted her chin and willed her to look at me.

“I can feel it. I couldn’t feel it that day. My mind was all over the place. I just can’t believe it,” her voice cracked.

“Why?”

“Because you’re Maverick Campbell! The Alpha, the Captain of the Daciana Wildcats—”

“Yeah, and?”

“You seem to have this conspiracy theory about me trying to ruin your team.”

If things with Gage and Storm didn’t simmer down quickly, then my theory would be correct.

“That doesn’t mean anything. You’re my fated mate. As much as this is the worst time, that doesn’t change the importance of the mate bond. Besides, maybe I want this, Little Wolf.” I couldn’t hide my smirk.

Why didn’t she believe me? Did Odessa Sloane live under a rock? It didn’t matter that she was an omega. She was a damn beautiful and fiery omega. I wanted to see where this went.

“I’d like to keep things quiet for now, though.”

She laughed mockingly.

“Hey, just for the meantime.”

“No, actually, I think it’s a good idea. I don’t want all the attention.”

Eventually, we had to talk about the pictures, among other things.

“I’ve got to go. There’s a party tonight—”

“Is that all you football players do? Should you guys even be allowed to drink?” She planted her hands on her hips.

I clenched my teeth. “If you let me finish, I was going to say meet me there so we can leave together.”

“Oh-oh okay,” she said, tucking a strand of dark red hair behind her ear.

“Bring Evyn,” I offered.

If she had her best friend, it would make her comfortable, then I was all for it.

Odessa nodded. “Fine. We’ll be there. Where do you want to go?”

I smirked. “Is that what you’re concerned about? Aren’t you worried about what we’ll do?”

She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply in a way that if she didn’t, she would explode.

“Goodbye, Maverick,” she said.

“Don’t be like that, Little Wolf.”

“Don’t make me change my mind about tomorrow.”

I grinned as she walked out of the room. I was looking forward to tomorrow night. I didn’t care where we went. I had more than a few ideas of what we would do.

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