Omega’s Forward
Everett Rourke hates everything to do with hockey, the one thing his father was obsessed with. It’s the reason his father practically disowned him. Omegas simply don’t have the physical power to make the team.
Twenty years later the old man is dead, and his will hands Everett the Barons—with a catch. Sell inside two years and every cent goes to charity. Fine. Everett will hold the franchise only as long as he has to, and walk away rich. Easy, right? Not quite.
Brody Callahan owns the most famous fists in the city. He’s been captain of the Barons for fifteen years. The game is his life. Then his mentor’s son walks into the old man’s office smelling like everything Brody has spent his whole life waiting for. A prime match. 98.1 percent, the highest the Bureau has ever recorded. Yet Everett Rourke detests everything and everyone that Brody loves. He’s sneery, snooty and the worst possible match for Brody.
Yet the Bureau insists they follow protocol. They agree, as long as they can keep the match secret from the press and from the team for the length of the cohabitation clause. It’s harder than both of them could ever have anticipated.
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