Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha
On my knees for the second time in twenty-four hours, like the universe was making sure I understood my position in case the first time hadn’t been clear enough.
Immediately, the room filled with the soft, distinct click of phone cameras.
My utter humiliation was being recorded, and turned into a video that would live in the pack group chats forever.
“Isn’t she forgetting something?” Zane asked, his voice dripping with mock concern. “I feel like there was a script.”
“The apology,” Rhys supplied helpfully, leaning against the counter above me.
“She needs to say it like she means it.”
I swallowed the lump of glass in my throat.