Page 129 of Your Wild Omega

My heart thumps heavily as I remember the lawyer said he was sending a letter. I grab the envelope eagerly. On the back, he’s written a note in tiny writing.Try not to tear the contents this time.

Chuckling, I carefully unpeel the flap and lift out a bunch of documents. I pass the stack to Rickon to decipher.

“Holy shit, Red,” he gasps as he separates the top typed letter from the papers below. Looks official, with borders and seals.

“What is it?”

Rickon looks up, eyes wide. “It’s this apartment, in your name.”

Shock freezes me in place. “From Callisto?”

“Yes.” He returns to the cover letter and clears his throat.

Dearest Red,

I thought about it a lot, and I want you to have this apartment. I believe it’s become your home, and I want you to have that security and comfort for as long as you like, without worrying about moving. And for Rickon and Zack as well.

I’m sorry I ever put pressure on you. All I truly want is for you to be happy and I hope this helps.

With friendship,

Callisto Wren.

PS: See? I promised I wasn’t sending you a bill.

With a strangled laugh, I snatch the papers from Rickon and stroke a finger over the shiny silver seal on the house deed. Callisto gifted me his apartment? This home that’s become our sanctuary? And for the first time, his gift doesn’t feel like it comes with strings attached.

Tears fill my eyes, and I don’t force them back.

I guess it’s okay to cry sometimes.

Chapter forty-eight

Rickon

Red’s plan to shut Brad down executes flawlessly. I stop at a news agency Friday morning on our way to work and find myself greeted by a dazzling array of Brad’s photos on the glossy covers with headlines likeI just wanted your attentionandBrad unceremoniously dumped. And, as paparazzi do best, they’ve dug up all sorts of photos of Brad looking desperate, when in reality he was probably just mouth breathing when the photo got snapped. Not my problem.

Play with fire and you’re gonna get burned.

I carry my treasures back to the car with a triumphant grin. “Oh, look, Red. You’re in the news again.”

“Let’s see.” Red makes grabby fingers and lets out a maniacal laugh as she takes the magazines and scans through the folds. “He’s going to be pissed.”

Zack takes one magazine and gets a sly look on his face as he stabs his finger down on a photo of Red and Brad. “Ohm. Act.”

I chuckle and put the car into gear, checking the traffic before pulling out into the street.

“You’re so right, Zack,” Red crows, glowing with pride. “Your omega was just acting.” She tugs him to her side, and they snuggle all the way to the racetrack.

Agent Josef shakes his head in the passenger seat next to me. “I can’t believe how far he’s come in just a couple of months. Makes you wonder how much effort they’re putting into assessing these alphas for rehabilitation.” He skips the obvious. Zack would be dead by now if Red hadn’t rescued him. Thank God she can hear our voices.

Tension hangs over the film set as we arrive, the strained mood clear in the curious glances and hushed whispers that trail behind us. Bradley storms up to Red inside the wardrobe tent, his palpable anger setting my hair on end.

“What the fuck’s going on, Red?” he demands.

Zack growls and steps between the furious alpha and our mate. For the first time, the true malevolence lurking within my pack alpha gusts through our bond, stealing my breath. This alpha’s ready to tear the world to pieces for his omega. And for me.

It’s a fucking miracle Zack ever submitted to a leash.

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