Page 122 of Your Wild Omega

And fuck if I’m not slicking at the idea. It’s been a while since Rickon showed his dominant side—maybe not since Zack joined us, seeing as how Zack’s been all the domination both of us can handle. But now I realize I missed it.

Zack jogs down the stairs, water glistening around his mouth, and Agent Pierce follows close behind him. The agent calls a cheery good morning as he slips by us to drag on his combat boots.

Rickon straightens me up, smirking. This naughty boy knows what he’s done.

I tap his nose. “A promise is a promise, alpha.”

When he nods, I grab Zack’s leash, and the bigger alpha obediently steps forward to receive the collar.

I look over his shoulder and automatically call out, “We’re—” I stiffen. Was I really calling goodbye to Callisto, like he was still living here? What was I thinking?

“Something wrong?” Rickon asks, watching me curiously.

I shake my head.

He flings open the front door. “Good, because we have to scram.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, yes, can’t be late.” Can’t be late to face the media frenzy and the conceited alpha who kicked the ants’ nest. An alpha who’s going to get what’s coming to him.

I smother a chuckle as I pull the door shut behind me. “Hey, Agent Pierce, can I borrow something off you later?”

The actor attempting to burrow into my life paces the parking lot, trying to look like he just happens to be here rather than waiting for us. Fat coincidence. When he catches sight of our car tunneling through the larger-than-usual crowd of paparazzi outside the gate, he throws his shoulders back and his fingers ruffle through his bangs. I half expect the dickhead to pull out a pocket mirror.

Rickon grumbles under his breath as he locks on the hand brake and turns to me. “Sure you’re ready for this? We can always change the plan, you know. Sic Zack onto him or something.”

I snort, but my heart jumps with alarm at the thought. Brad of all people would press charges against my wild alpha if he injured him. If he attacks anyone, he’ll end up right back in a jail cell—which is precisely why an OCB agent goes everywhere with us, although, apparently that’s ending soon. Another problem we need to figure out. It seems like I never have time to breathe. Will I really need to lock Zack in the library? After how far he’s come, neither of us could bear it.

In fact, I don’t think the alpha would allow it.

“Red?”

The concern in Rickon’s voice snaps me back to attention. Although the hits keep coming, I’m not alone anymore.

“I’ve got this, alpha,” I declare, pressing my hand to my midsection, where I can sense his concern blooming. “Acting is what I do best.”

I throw open the door and Zack slides out first, scanning the rows of cars once before offering me his hand. Fuck, he’s so beautiful and clever. It makes my heart swell with pride.

Brad appears in my path. “Good morning, Red.”

“Oh, hi.” I flash him a cheery smile and sidestep, continuing on my way to the wardrobe marquee. I wish I could see his face as I walk away, ignoring his existence.

Zack growls as footsteps crunch on the gravel, indicating Brad jogs to catch up with us. “Um, Red, can I have a word?”

“We can walk and talk,” I say glibly. “Don’t want to keep Mr Yun waiting.”

“Right.” He scratches the back of his neck as he glances at my two bodyguards. Three if you count Agent Pierce. I think he counts today.

“I hope all this fuss doesn’t inconvenience you too much. Paparazzi can get carried away with their stories.” Look at this fucker lying through his teeth, pretending he had nothing to do with it.

“What fuss exactly?” I smile brightly at him. “I’m a rising star, so I’ve got to expect desperate people might make up bullshit stories about me.”

Can’t tell for sure from this angle, but I’m pretty sure a guilty expression flashes across his face. “Yeah, I’ve had a lot of that in my time, too. Let me take you out to dinner to make up for this mess.”

I throw him a suspicious look. “Careful, Brad. You make it sound like this is your fault.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. I just have a lot of experience with the media, so I’m sure I could give you some pointers. It’s overwhelming to deal with on your own.”

He reaches out one hand, but Rickon deftly moves into the space, looking like he’s oblivious as he balances his backpack under his arm to dig through it. He passes me a pair of sunglasses like it’s the most natural act in the world and Brad blows out a frustrated breath in response.

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