Page 58 of Your Wild Omega

“You wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t prepared for that,” I tell her, squeezing her shoulders. “It’s not a problem.”

Red laughs. “Because it’s a cute butt?”

“Damn right. I want to lick it all over right now to claim it.”

Passion flares in her gaze. I’m not the only one turned on, because from this angle I can see Zack’s pants straining. I bet others in the crowd are too. Red has made her splash on Ommywood in the most daring way possible.

Zack steps in and wraps his arms around us, making me laugh. He doesn’t want to be left out of any fun.

When I’m sure Red’s securely tucked back inside the dress, I step away and flag a waiter with a tray of drinks. I pass a tall flute to Red, and we hold our glasses up. “Cheers to your red-carpet debut,” I say.

Red’s cheeks flush and she clinks her glass to mine. "Hereafter known as the carpet in the buff." She chuckles and drinks.

I try not to choke from laughing.

When I calm down, Zack drops his nose to my glass. “None for you,” I say sternly, pushing his face away. Hate to think what an intoxicated wild alpha might do.

He grumbles under his breath.

“You can have some later,” I promise, and he settles, an odd expression on his face. Is that a smile?

“Rickon?”

I swivel at the familiar feminine voice coming from behind me.

Actress Donna Feraski approaches, beaming at me. “That was entertaining. Will you introduce me to your fearless actress, Rickon?” Of course she’s happy about anything that puts Lyra in her place.

“It would be my pleasure. Red, this is—”

“Donna Feraski,” Red interrupts, eyes lighting up. “I’m a big fan ofCrime Scene Squad. You’ll never know how much the show means to me.”

I stare at my omega as she and Donna chat like they’re old friends, the pieces clicking together in my brain. This is why Red lives and breathes movies: they literally taught her about the world, like a child learning to count from Sunday morning cartoons.

No ordinary person could dream up a plan to raid an Alpha Lodgings prison, just like no ordinary person could break out of the Omega Center. Only someone who had studied heists, the law enforcement system, and countless documentaries and trained her mind to run through scenarios even when her body was held captive could pull off that feat.

Donna turns to me, breaking my train of thought. “I’m glad to see you’re not with Lyra anymore.” She offers a lopsided smile. “Hope you don’t hold a grudge from the last time we met.”

I scan the beautiful dress wrapped around Red, and grin. “It all worked out fine in the end.”

The actress nods. “True. Well, lovely to meet you, Red Jones, and congratulations on becoming a Sorentito’s representative. That’s no minor achievement.”

Her assistant, Aileen, tilts her head my way, and I step to the side. She offers me her phone. “Give me your number,” she says without preamble.

I type in my digits and save them under my name.

Aileen takes the phone back, and photo and video files arrive on my phone a moment later. All of the events at the gala tonight captured in detail.

“Thanks,” I say.

She shrugs. “Felt like I owed you one. I doubt Lyra will dare raise her head after that display, but in case she tries something in private, you have everything.”

I grin, delighted. “Appreciate it, Aileen. Really.”

Aileen nods and trails after her client.

I turn to find a bunch of people wanting to speak to my actress. Red has arrived on the Ommywood scene.

Chapter twenty-two

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