Page 44 of Your Wild Omega

“Really?” He brightens with understanding and looks around. “Even out here in the breeze?”

I groan and straighten out my spine. “Unfortunately, that’s making it worse.”

“Okay, well, we can’t put diffusers out here . . .” He worries his bottom lip through his teeth and squeezes my hip as he looks around. “Oh. We could try some neutralizing patches. I’ll have to go off-set to buy them, though.” He taps my shirt. “We can stick them under your collar and see if it makes any difference?”

I rest my hand against his cheek. “You are amazing.”

He softens into me, eyes shuttering in appreciation. “Not as amazing as you.”

I press my lips gently to his forehead. “It feels like you’d do absolutely anything for me.” My gaze slides free from his platinum hair, and I catch Bradley watching us with clear interest. He’s always watching my alpha.

“Of course I would.” Rickon slides his face along my fingers and kisses my palm. His sexy grin as he looks up makes my heart flutter. “Glad we’re on the same page. I’ll go speak to Mr Yun.” His gaze turns fiercer, staring into my soul and stripping past the role I play to the woman within. “Sure you’ll be okay on your own?”

I snort and wave a hand around the set. “I think I can manage not to get trampled by a horse while you’re gone.”

He chuckles. “Not the horses I’m worried about.”

Zack’s wary gaze flicks over my shoulder as he leans in, and I press a kiss to his scratchy beard. He turns his cheek and slides it across mine, careless of my makeup as he marks me with his scent. When he steps back, his scent lingers around my mouth, sweetening each breath. Could he possibly understand what I’m struggling with, or is it simply alpha instinct when he sees his omega so close to other alphas?

Zack’s also turned into an actor. Just like a role he’s embraced, he’s compliant in public, silently watching everything that goes on. But the moment we get home, the leash comes off, and, well, heasksfor what he wants.

I smother a smile as I watch them walk away. Zack can only tolerate having me out of sight for a few minutes, so Rickon better hurry.

A male voice intrudes on my reverie. “You know, I can’t take my eyes off you.”

I flinch, not having noticed when Bradley approached. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.” He beams down at me, giving me his full attention. “You have this glow about you. Honestly, I thought that was just an expression, but after watching you, I have to change my tune.”

Well, what am I supposed to say to that? “Thanks?” I offer, tone quizzical.

He laughs, and it’s a nice sound. “Has Rick talked about me?”

I study him. Objectively speaking, Bradley’s an attractive alpha, with glossy brown hair, a neat beard covering his strong jaw, and bright green eyes. Yet to me, he seems plain and his alpha aura lacks something. I suppose I’m spoiled from being around Zack’s intense presence, and Rickon’s flawless style and loving gaze. And even if he’s not mine, the way Callisto fills out a suit jacket can make a girl thirsty.

By comparison, this alpha whose smile doesn’t reach his eyes comes off as boring.

“Rickon?” I hum. “No, he hasn’t talked about you at all.”

Bradley’s expression shutters. “I see. Well, we’re actually quite close. He has a standing invitation to my house anytime, and that includes you too.” He goes to run a hand through his hair, then recalls his team has carefully styled it. “I live in Ommywood Mount, so it’s got a lovely view of the city.”

Damn, who do I need to channel for this situation? I’m sunk deep into Ashana and she wouldn’t give a fuck about fancy houses; she just wants to ride. “Uh-huh. And why would we go there?”

His mouth flops open for a moment before he collects himself. “Well—”

I interrupt, flashing my sweetest smile. “There’s no horses up there, right, Mr Heatherton?”

Confusion blazes across his face and I turn away with a giggle, heading to the table where snacks and bottles of water sit in baskets. I saw through Brad’s game back on the first day of table reads. This peacock wants my pretty alpha, but I’m not willing to share with someone so ungenuine. Nor with someone who couldn’t handle my wild alpha.

I crack the seal on a new bottle and take a swig, trying not to laugh through my mouthful as I imagine how shocked Bradley would be if he ever witnessed Zack’s unleashed domination. It’s too comical to even consider.

Sebastien Cho, the second love interest in the film, walks up beside me, bumping the table to draw my gaze. “Rough day?”

I shrug. “Rough scents, more accurately.”

His eyes widen. “Oh. From all the people?”

“Uh-huh.”

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