Page 42 of Your Wild Omega

I sink a careful kiss into her hair. “I’m so lucky to be your manager,” I murmur.

She glows with happiness and pride. “Thank you. Can you look after this for me?” She holds up her wrist to show her new diamond bracelet. I nod and slide Zack’s leash up my arm to unclasp it and transfer it to my wrist. The metal’s warm from her skin.

I recognized the bracelet as a gift from Callisto the moment I first laid eyes on it, and along with the roses, it sends a signal. My stomach churns as the sparkles hold me spellbound. Callisto as part of our pack? It’s my dream come true, and yet somehow the idea makes me nervous.

And I think my unease stems from the alpha at my side, who’s asserting himself so much when we’re at home. Callisto’s keeping his distance from the wary alpha, for good reason.

Zack looks Red up and down, and then flinches. A growl rips through his throat.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, tightening my grip. If he tries to rip the leash out of my hands, I probably won’t be able to stop him, and the OCB agents are currently sitting on nil versus Zack’s one for containing him.

Zack grabs at Red’s collar and peels back the edge, revealing a smooth neckline. With no bond.

He bares his teeth, and I lunge, getting my hand over his mouth as he leans in. “It’s still there,” I tell him as his ivories press on my fingers. A bleeding omega’s the last thing we want, if Zack decides he needs to renew his bond mark.

“Callie, quick. Pass me some foundation,” I call.

She snatches the bottle off the table and thrusts it at me before backing away, even the surrounding betas reacting to Zack’s radiating anger.

“Look, Zack.” I paint over a freckle on my arm. “Seems like it’s gone, but it’s just covered up. See?” I wipe the foundation off my skin, revealing the tiny brown mark. “Same for Red. They just painted over it.”

Zack looks from my arm to Red’s neck and snorts.

She smiles and splays her hand to his chest. “You can feel it here. It’s not gone. I’m still in your heart.”

A shudder runs through the big alpha. Can’t blame him.

“I wouldn’t want to give up a bond either,” I mutter dryly. “If I had one.”

Red glances at me from under her lashes. She says nothing, but it’s like I can hear her shouting in my head.I want your bond too.

Fuck. I’m gonna get hard, and antsy at this rate, and it’ll torment me all day. Especially with Zack holding her shirt open so a little perfect cleavage peeks out. I drag my gaze back to our feral. He peers over my fingers to investigate my arm again. Then his hot, wet tongue slides out across my palm. I swallow down a moan and snatch my hand away. Not helping with the chub in my pants, big guy.

“Come on. Red has places to be,” I mumble. Hopefully, I can divert his attention. And mine. I turn to walk away.

Zack pulls back on the leash, and my heart pounds, wondering if this is when his training all falls apart. He releases Red and rests his hand around the metal links in the leash, fingering them lightly. Heat burns through my ears as I recall what those fingers did to me the last few nights.

He steps closer, with an intelligent, dangerous look in his eye. His breath mists my ear as he leans down to bring our faces level and says, “Later.” His fingers close around mine on the end of the leash, locking it in my grip.

My dick twitches.

A delicious thrill runs through me as he straightens. I never asked for his consent to lead him around like a dog, but he just gave it to me. When we’re in public, at least. At home? That’s a completely different story.

And just like that, I’m a lost cause. Head over heels for an alpha I never saw coming.

“All right, Zack,” I whisper before clearing my throat. “Later. But now it’s time for our omega to shine.”

The flurry of activity on the set serves as a wonderful distraction. I introduce Red to the camera crew, including those recording the behind the scenes, which is like a whole separate movie. Those guys notice Zack’s leash right away and snap some photos. Snack tables, lighting crew, and, for this film, the livestock handlers and the animal rights representatives.

Before we know it, Director Yun’s calling for the first take.

“Show them everything you’ve got,” I whisper to Red.

She blows me and Zack a kiss, neither of us willing to risk smearing makeup by locking lips. “Zack, stay with Rickon.” She emphasizes thestayonce more, and then walks over to the set.

Zack stiffens as she moves under the cover of the stable roof, only partially visible for the first scenes of grooming and saddling the racehorse.

“Later,” I tell him. “She’ll be in your arms later, but for now, this is something Red needs to do.”

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