Claimed by the Campus Hockey Alpha

Episode 2

Tatum

“No, actually we do not need to talk. I saw the two of you. Why don’t you leave me alone. It’s over Jenson. You had your fun with me and now I don’t want to ever have to see you again.”

“That’s a bit difficult since we attend the same college, Tatum and you are in my social economics class.”

“I’ll swap out, I don’t need that subject. What were you thinking? You’re a rat, Jenson. The worst kind, the kind that even the other rats in the sewer would stay away from.”

He tilts his head and smiles, yeah like that’s going to sway me after seeing his hand on my bestie’s t**s. “That isn’t going to work, Jenson. We’re over.”

“You can’t just throw away a couple of years over one mistake, Tatum. Come on let’s talk. We can clear this up.”

“No, I don’t want to talk. You hurt me and I have to get through the day otherwise I’d go home but I have a test in,” I look at the time on my mobile. “An hour so shove off. It’s done. Finished. Finito. You understand. Go have your fun with my ex-best-friend and leave me the hell alone.”

“So, just like that?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” I raise my hand to make him stop talking. My heart is still aching and no doubt it’ll ache for weeks. I really loved Jenson you see, he was my entire life and now he won’t be. We did everything together, I even went to his stupid hockey games with him and the after parties and I am not really the party, socializing kind of girl. It gives me the shudders. I’d rather be at home reading my books or watching a good Netflix show.

Instead of leaving, my dumbass ex-boyfriend decides to take a seat next to me. He places his hand on my leg. Immediately I swipe it off and lay my book down beside me.

“Don’t touch me ever again, Jenson or I’ll have you in the Dean’s office for harassment. s****l harassment.”

“Whoa, Tatum what the hell has gotten into you? We were together only this morning.”

He rakes his hand through his mop of dark, tousled hair. The same hair that I used to think was sexy, the way it’d flop on his forehead and I’d not be able to stop myself from tucking it away. And the hand through his hair thing, that used to make my stomach explode with butterflies. Now, well now it makes me want to throw up. God, I feel like s**t. All I want to do is sit somewhere peaceful and cry. Only too many people will see it. Mortifying, right?

He does, however, remove his hand. “Let’s talk tonight. Why don’t you come over after practice and we can talk and sort this out? I don’t want to lose you, Tatum.”

The way his green eyes are pleading with me almost breaks me and I can feel part of me wants to give in but I mustn’t.

A shadow casts over where we are sitting.

“Is everything okay here?” The sound of Ford’s voice jolts me.

I look up. Jenson narrows his eyes as he looks at me. Ford is the Alpha and the college hockey captain. I can't lie. He is hot as hell with his whisky-colored eyes and those broad shoulders. His pecs are defined in his tight black T-shirt. His hips narrow in his tight jeans, which display his thick thighs. Good Lord, what am I even thinking of eyeing him up like this when I've just broken up with my boyfriend of two years?

“Ford, Man, what are you doing here?” Jenson asks.

“Checking everything is okay. Tatum, you sure everything is good?”

Huh, why is Ford even bothered? The man has never given me a second glance before, not even when I attended the games with Jenson. He is more into the pretty, slim girls. They call them puck bunnies and I am definitely NOT a puck bunny.

I nod, biting my lower lip, trying hard to avert my eyes from the gaze of his warm whiskey eyes. Only right now, he looks kind of mad. It’s almost hot. Tsk, what the hell? I just broke up with Jenson this morning and now my body has the hots for Ford?

“I suggest you f**k off, Mate,” Ford says to Jenson, who stands. He’s not as tall as Ford, however, and backs away.

“We’re not done, Tatum!” he shouts as he leaves. What exactly is that supposed to even mean? “I’m not ever going to let you go!”

"Tough," I retort exasperated with how Jenson is acting. A typical rich spoiled brat.

He comes towards me and lowers his face to mine making me move my head backward.

"I have pictures, remember, Tatum? And I will use them and then what will everyone think of you?"

My head is literally spinning. What photos does Jenson have? Oh, s**t. He has plenty of photos of me in my lingerie that he could use and oh no, even worse what about the videos he has of us having s*x. The man has a video kink and now my heart is racing.