Page 22 of The Omega

“No one’s going to believe I was actually on set this season.” Clara put her arm over my shoulder and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “Give me the inside deets. Which Alpha are you gunning for?”

My cheeks reddened as I thought of them. My mates. “Alphas,” I said, feeling the warmth spread down my neck. “As in two.”

“Get it, girl!” Clara squealed, jumping around like I’d just confessed losing my virginity to the prom king. “Double the pleasure, double the fun. I love a good why choose. Who are they?”

Ivan growled.

Clara blew him a kiss. “I only like it in the books, my love. One dick is enough for me.”

Her grin was infectious and I couldn’t help but return it. Goddess, it felt so real to say out loud. “Dorian Bailey and Atlas Volk.”

“Volk… Why does that name sound familiar?” She thought for a second and then shook it off. “But Alpha Bailey? Damn. Good thing we’re here.”

My stomach sank again. “Why?”

“Don’t you know who Dorian Bailey is?” Clara gushed.

I did. I’d looked him up last night. “He’s a new Alpha and was part of a traveling circus.” That was so cool. I couldn’t wait to ask him more about it.

“Yeah, and he’s also the hottest Alpha on the show this season.” Clara fanned herself as Ivan rolled his eyes. “You went right for the top.”

The heart wants what the heart wants.

I smiled at my beast. It didn’t matter who he was. Both Atlas and Dorian were the hottest males I’d ever seen. I knew that was biology pushing my tastes, but having Clara confirm it made my wolf puff up with pride a bit.

“Anyway,” Clara continued as she grabbed my phone. “We’ll be here at the resort staying low-key, but I’m putting our numbers in here. You can also wave to any of the cameras on the property if you need us for something. We’ll be watching.”

That didn’t sound weird at all.

I chuckled nervously. “You’re related to Aspen somehow?” I didn’t want to pry, but I was curious about who exactly would be watching me.

“Blood isn’t always thicker than water if you know what I mean.” Clara nudged my side. “We’ve been friends for what, four years now? But she saved my hide. I owe her everything.”

I could see that. Aspen was so sweet and it was nice having her as a friend. “She protected me last season, too.” I thought of Cindy Frazier and her aggression. I should’ve moved quicker than I did. It was not my finest moments.

“Yeah, I’d still be in prison if it wasn’t for Aspen.” Clara sighed wistfully.

The color drained from my face as my wolf went ramrod straight. “Prison?”

“Those idiots are going to piss themselves when they find out I was here.” Clara laughed as she shooed me toward the door. “But enough about me. Don’t miss breakfast on our account. We’ll finish up here and disappear. You go eat. I thought I smelled French toast on the way up.”

*

I stumbled in a confused haze straight to the cafeteria, pulled by the rumble in my stomach and the growing ache burning in my core. At some point, I probably needed to process the convicted felon hanging cameras in my hotel room.

Clara was right. They had French toast this morning and luckily for me, the pastry counter was still filled up.

My wolf licked her chomps as I hurried over to the sweets. The cafeteria reeked. I hadn’t realized how strong the scent of unmated wrong males would be once I smelled my Mr. Rights. But the promise of pink frosted doughnuts kept me moving.

And it was almost enough to make me ignore the way the few Lunas lingering over their empty trays got extra quiet when I walked past.

“It isn’t fair,” one of them spit.

Oh! That one has rainbow sprinkles.

My knuckles were white as I gripped the plate and piled it high with sugary treats. I’d done this a million times before. All I had to do was grab my food and get out before anyone decided to do anything.

We should eat here, my wolf said.