Page 45 of Your Wild Omega

“You must have one hell of a nose.”

“That I do.” I glance across the swarm of people on the crew, and it’s all a little hollow without Rickon and Zack watching over me.

His voice drops to just above a whisper. “Did Bradley bother you?”

I glance at him in surprise and find him also scanning the scene. After a moment’s thought about his question, I shrug. “I have to stay on good terms with my horses’ owners, right?” Meaning, we’ve got a lot of filming to do and if I piss off the other actors now, the months ahead will be miserable.

Sebastien snorts. “That you do. But you can also put alphas in their place anytime you like, Ms Jones.”

I lean my ass on the table, and the trestle shifts slightly under my weight. I grin. “Does that include you?”

His eyes light up with amusement. “Definitely.”

“Then put your cards on the table, Sebastien. Why are you looking out for me?”

He grins and grabs a water bottle. “With all due respect, I’d fuck you in a heartbeat, but that’s all it’d ever be.”

“Playboy,” I scoff, hiding a smile. His honesty’s far less threatening than Bradley’s guile.

Sebastien chuckles. “We’re actors. What choice do we have? You’ll need to seduce the crowds too, soon enough.” He sobers and shakes his head. “I’m waiting to find a scent match to start a pack.”

I hum under my breath. Like me, he’ll settle for nothing less than soulmates. Brave, but his chances are low. “You know that’s rare, right?” Not as rare for omegas, but alphas far outnumber us. The ratio is not in their favor.

“Yep.” His ebony gaze slides my way. “But from my observations, it’s well worth it.”

My heart stirs with emotion. However much I endured waiting for my pack, it all pales compared to the love I have now. “I can vouch for that,” I murmur softly. “So worth it.”

The thought meanders through my mind. Did I just think about the horrors I endured without breaking into a sweat? Is this what it means to heal?

Callisto’s plea from a month ago to testify in court ghosts through me. I want the licorice bastard to pay for his crimes, but I don’t want to ever see him again. Not since he’s the one who destroyed my chances of enjoying my heats. But with my alphas at my back, even the one who rejected me, I’m stronger. I’m leaning less and less on the roles I’ve studied on TV, and instead finding out who I am.

Clearing my throat, I straighten and turn away from the crowded set to face my coworker. “I get more sex than a vagina could ever need, Sebastien, so let’s just take that off the table right now. But I don’t have many friends.”

He chokes on his sip of water as I offer him my hand.

“How about it?”

Grinning, he swipes droplets off his chin and shakes my hand. “Deal, Red Jones. We’ll keep our upcoming kiss scene all business.”

We share a smile, relieved to be on the same page.

Sebastien nods thoughtfully. “You know, you strike me as someone who wouldn’t hold back the truth.”

I shoot my fingers at him. “Definitely. Which is exactly why I need to tell you that your portrayal of an OCB officer is too gentle. Every agent I’ve met has this gruff edge. Even their kindness felt a bit like sandpaper.”

The director booms into the loudspeaker, calling a five-minute warning for the shoot to start again, and I drop my water bottle on the end of the table.

Sebastien salutes me. “Gruffer, tougher. I’ll do my best, ma’am.” He drops his hand, lips pursing. “But how many agents have you met?”

“Plenty.” I beam at him. “Didn’t you see my face on the news? Plus, the alpha I keep on the leash? I stole him out of prison.”

Leaving the stunned actor behind, I stroll away, pleased with myself. Not counting my own alphas, the two OCB agents living in my house, and my fellow rescued omegas, I think I just made my first friend.

And I wasn’t even in character.

On my way to the dressing room, a staff member outfitted all in black bustles up to me, holding a basket of flowers. “Are you Red Jones?”

I nod. “In the flesh.”

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