Page 82 of Your Wild Omega

“I love you, Zack.” I reach over and grip Rickon’s hand. “I love you, Rickon.” This is living, moment by moment, making messes and cleaning them up on the daily. I can’t wait for grand moments, like some kind of proposal. We’re only guaranteed this moment right now, when they’re in my arms.

Tears spill through my first alpha’s pretty lashes as he digests my declaration. “I love you too, Red.” He leans over and presses his lips to my forehead. “More than words can say.”

I close my eyes. One day, I’ll be able to feed this declaration directly into his heart. Then we won’t need the words to be sure.

Someone clears their throat and my eyes snap open in time to see a packet of tissues sailing through the air to land on the wood shavings beside my arm.

Agent Pierce stands outside the stall with his back to us. “The director looks like he’s about to have a stroke,” he says without turning around.

I chuckle. “Never a dull day, right, Agent Pierce?”

He shrugs but his shoulders twitch with suppressed laughter. “That’s true, but well done getting him calmed down. My educated guess is Zack’s still worked up from what happened on the weekend.”

Well, he has a point. From Zack’s perspective, it probably feels like he faced an opponent back in his old underground fighting life. Not to mention the confrontation with Lyra. No wonder he’s extra sensitive.

I roll out from under Zack. When he tries to pin me down again, his eyes still burning with heat, Rickon gently switches the big alpha’s hands to his own body. “I’ll stay here with him for a bit while you reshoot the scene. Think you can handle the director?”

I grin as I pull a tissue from the packet to clean myself up. “I was born to handle Mr Yun.”

Rickon presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “Try not to break him.”

After a lingering kiss, I grab Zack’s hair firmly and tilt his face up. “Zack, stay here with White Mine, okay? Stay. Your omega needs to go to work.”

His hands tighten possessively around Rickon, and I suspect my first love might be in for a rough ride today.

“Try not to make any noise,” I instruct with a grin, heading out and latching the stall door behind me.

Director Yun does appear to be a strange shade of mottled red.

I take a bottle of water from the table before approaching my boss. “I’m sorry about that, Director. You know how it is with omegas, but I think you’ll find my acting skills just leveled up. Shall we resume the scene?” I’m so happy and relaxed I could kiss the director himself right now.

I may appear flippant, but so far I’ve only held up filming twice. Other than that, I’ve worked tirelessly doing everything the director wants, without complaint. I think he’ll cut me some slack.

He curses at me before stealing the unopened water bottle from my hand. After taking a long swig, he wipes his mouth. “We need the set cleared,” he says pointedly, jutting his chin toward the stall.

I glance over my shoulder, smiling smugly. “Why? We can’t hear or see anything.” I step closer and lower my voice. “Just picture it. The behind-the-scenes documentary might be even more famous than the movie.”

He flinches, staring at me like he can’t decide if I’m his savior or the devil herself. I shrug. Am I profiteering from my alpha? I don’t think so. Given Zack’s history, I’m doing whatever it takes to make sure he never gets put back in a cage. I’m simply doing my best.

The director shakes off his stupor. “Reset the scene!” he calls. “And get makeup in here for repairs.” In a low whisper he adds, “You’re a mess.”

The stunned film crew jump to attention, and we resume filming—with my two alphas making love silently behind the set pieces.

Chapter thirty-two

Rickon

I pop my fist on my hip and stare at the alpha sprawled on the couch. His lids sink low, no doubt sleepy after a big day going psycho on set, topped off with making love to Red twice after dinner. Director Yun worked Red hard out of spite, but I can’t blame him since we caused a major fuss today.

This family of mine is a real handful.

Especially the omega. Red drapes naked across Zack’s bare chest, and bugger me but they fit so well together, his body interlocking together with hers so beautifully.

Even if I can admire, sex is the last thing on my brain since Zack went to town on me after his outburst. I didn’t mind at all, but my ass isn’t so enthusiastic about super-thick intrusions with zero prep. Still, it was so thrilling to stifle my moans into my sleeve while Red recited her lines just a few feet away in front of the cameras.

Zack passed out for a short nap once he finished, and one of the photographers asked to take some shots of the big alphaon my chest. I agreed since we were more or less still clothed, and I heard Red’s confident declaration to the director about the behind-the-scenes film. Plus, Zack looked so peaceful and beautiful purring in his sleep, I wanted a photo to capture the moment as well.

Maybe I’ve unlocked exhibitionism as a kink ever since the first day my omega fucked me in MoonMugs. Part of the Red Effect.

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