Page 68 of Wild Omega

“Okay, here’s a scene following the lead getting cut off by the other jockeys with foul play during a qualifying race.” He looks at Red to see if she’s paying attention. “Ashana hands the horse over to a stable hand for cooldown and then storms into the tack room.”

Red cocks her head as he reads out a page’s worth of dialogue. I grip the armrests on the chair tightly as I notice most of the scene’s prompts are missing. He plans to make her interpret, and he wants to test her memory. I clench my fists. Who on earth could remember a page of lines just by hearing them once?

Director Yun finishes and eyes Red up and down. “Still confident?”

Instead of answering, my omega jumps to her feet and stretches her arms overhead. I stiffen as she leaves the room but a second later she flings herself through the door, face reddened and breath harsh enough to hear across the room. She slaps her palm against the wall behind the door, side on to us, making us both jump at the sharp crack.

“I had it! So close!” Her body tenses roughly with anger as she groans, fingers curling against the wall. Her head swings limply toward us and my heart prickles as a single tear trickles down her cheek. “I had it, but those bastards couldn’t bear to let an omega win.”

She growls with more anger than I would’ve thought suited an omega role, but it makes sense. The character hasn’t been an omega all her life, so why would her mannerisms suddenly soften? Did Red remember that just from what I told her about the role?

I jump up and snatch the script off the Director’s desk, tracking my finger down the page. “Talking to yourself again, Ash?” I read, coming up behind Red.

She whirls away from the wall, still panting.

“That was a good ride,” my character offers.

“Better than good, James, and you know it,” she mutters through clenched teeth, somehow still projecting her voice.

I’m a bit slow getting the next line out because it’s hard to look away from her. Red huffs at me while she waits, impatient and frustrated, tears making her eyes glimmer.

“Sure, but I warned you this is a hard industry.”

“I don’t mind hard work but that was illegal, and everyone knows it.” She flings her arm toward the door, chest heaving and eyes flashing with anger. “If I were still a beta, there’d already be calls to the commissioner.” She balls her fists up. “They think they can force me out because I’m an omega now? Nothing’s changed about the way I ride!”

I cock my head, wondering what part of her past fuels this palpable, radiating anger. I sigh, my heart breaking for her. “What are you going to do?”

She steps into my space, forcing me back. “I’m going to make them pay! I’ve been a jockey for five years, and I’ll be one for the next five, omega or not.” Her anger gives me chills.

I reach out and tuck a strand of loose crimson hair behind her ear. “If anyone can beat them, it’s you, Red.”

Director Yu clears his voice, jolting me out of the trance that took me off script. I glance down, looking for the correct line, but we’re at the end of the page he read out to Red.

My glorious omega and I both turn toward him, breathless.

His lips purse and he taps a pen idly against the desk while he assesses us. “That’s an interesting direction you took with the interpretation.” He tilts his head. “Don’t you think it’s too aggressive for an omega?”

Red smirk and pop one fist on her hip. “Not at all. It’s a hot-blooded industry and she’s no dummy. She was a beta for years before this surprise switch. Now she has heats and a stronger scent, but she’s still the same person. Only now a lot more confused.” Red shrugs. “And hasn’t your omega ever gotten angry? We don’t back down easily once triggered.” Her gaze slides toward me. “We omegas fight relentlessly for what we want.”

Does she mean me? My cheeks warm.

He hums under his breath. “You make a good point.” His shoulders slump and he leans back in the chair, teasing a labored creak out of the mechanisms. “But I can’t give you the role based on one interesting interpretation.” He waves us back to the desk and turns to look out his window.

The silence stretches until finally he turns back and frowns, brows nearly touching in the center of his face. “Seduce me.”

Red smirks. “That’s a dangerous pathway to take, Director Yun. You see—” She circles his desk and rests part of her ass on his desk, not quite touching his leg. “Anyone can take your body, but that’s not where I’ll go.”

My breath catches in my chest, and I think his does too.

My omega leans over and traces a finger across his temple. His nostrils dilate as her rich, honeyed scent gets in his space. “I want what’s in here, what makes you the best film director this country has, and when I’ve discovered that, and decided to make you mine, I’ll do so slowly.”

She lifts her hands to indicate the room. “Not here, but one by one with your pack, finding each and every one of their loves and hates, those who like it soft—” She cups his chin, forcing their gazes to meet. “—and those who like it rough.” Without warning, she spins his chair so he’s caught between her legs.

Director Yun gasps, the sound loud through the quiet room.

Heat flushes through my body, zeroing in on my cock. I want her hands on me instead of him. It’s like she holds all the power in this room, and that’s saying something where Valencio Yun is concerned. I can’t see her face, but it seems her expression affects the director enough to make him flush.

He clears his throat. “Enough. You can stop now.”

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