I Hate Packs

A Steamy Small Town Omegaverse Why Choose Hockey Romance

Saving the team was the easy part.

Apparently, the hard part is waking up every day in a house full of hockey players I’m technically mated to… and pretending this is just a temporary arrangement.

The pack-bond changed everything. On the ice, the Rinkrats are lethal—clean passes, impossible plays, the kind of chemistry that makes commentators talk about “magic” and “miracles.”

Off the ice, it’s chaos.

My ex-captain still doesn’t trust that I’m here for him and not just the franchise. The rookie winger thinks “pack” means “permission to follow me everywhere like a golden retriever.” The enforcer keeps acting like he doesn’t care, then shows up at my door every time my heat even twitches.

And the small town that loves hockey? They have a lot of opinions about their coach’s little sister sharing a house—and a bed—with half the lineup.

Meanwhile, the sharks circling us aren’t gone. They’ve just changed tactics.

Now it’s not just the team getting offers. It’s me.

Consulting gigs. Big-city marketing jobs. Quiet little “buyouts” that just happen to require me to move far, far away from Puckridge… and from my pack. Take the money, disappear, and the problem solves itself. The problem being us.

The worst part? Some nights, when the house feels too full and my own feelings feel too big, I’m tempted.

Because pack life means:

• No walls.
• No secrets.
• No pretending I can keep one foot outside the door.

And if I’m going to choose them—for real, not just as a strategy to win games—then I have to admit something terrifying:

I’m not just saving the Rinkrats anymore.

They’re saving me too.

I Hate Packs is book two in the Why Knot Pack trilogy: more steam, more feelings, more jealous alphas trying to figure out how to share. Expect messy emotions, possessive heroes learning to communicate, small-town backlash, and a deepening pack bond. Not a standalone; HFN with HEA for the whole pack coming in book three.