Reed’s POV
I stood on the side of the rink with my brothers, arms crossed, watching the tryouts line up. My eyes landed on her and I almost choked on my own spit. Aria. Here. Lacing up skates like she belonged on the ice. What the actual f**k? We only had this special situation because she was our mate and we needed to break the curse with her body. Never in a million years did we think the little wolfless omega had any real skill. She was supposed to be easy to control, easy to use, easy to dump once we were free. Now she was standing there in those tight practice leggings that hugged her ass like they were painted on, looking all focused and cute and… f**k, way too hot.
Zane was right next to the sign-up table, helmet under his arm, staring straight at her with that interested look I h
