Page 83 of Your Wild Omega

“We need to teach him the concept of acting,” I declare, smiling down at my lovers. It was an exciting day, but the director won’t put up with any more antics.

Red hums and rolls over, pert breasts slipping as gravity tugs on them. “Have you got a plan?”

“Not exactly, but I thought we could try watching part of a movie, then you and me reciting the lines to see if he makes a connection. Right now, he doesn’t know what you’re doing on set.”

Red sits up, eyes brightening. “Sounds like fun. What movie?”

I dig my phone out of my pocket. “Madam, for your consideration, I present:Snowtanic,Wavatar, orHow to Heist 101.” I’m sure she’ll know all the lines for those, since she’s quoted from them before.

She slumps, bottom lip sliding out. “No Alpha Spy?”

I shake my head. “Too much action in the opening scenes. We don’t want to put him on high alert.”

Red grunts and waves in the air. “All right. I choose you, Snowtanic.”

“Excellent choice, madam. Who can go past a train colliding with a rockfall in the Arctic?”

“A tragic tale,” she declares with a heavy sigh, flinging her hand dramatically to her chest. “With not enough snowmobiles for rescue.”

Zack takes notice when I grab the TV remote, watching me hit the on button like it’s some kind of magic. I guess that’s how it looks for someone who can’t understand airwaves and Wi-Fi. I search for the movie on Flicks. “Do you have a favorite scene in the first fifteen minutes?” I ask Red.

She grins, the expression lighting up her face and chasing the sleepiness away. “When she’s checking on her baggage and accidentally puts her hand on the guy.”

“Good one. We’ll stop there.” I hand out blankets and get water for everyone before settling on the chaise beside Red. Zack sits cross-legged on her other side, attention glued to the screen.

The classic pulls me in, worth every Ommy award it ever received. So much so that it’s not until Red elbows me that I realize we’re past the baggage scene.

I tap the pause button and stretch. “All right, Madam Actress, you’re up.”

She grins and leaps to her feet, offering me her hand. I wince as I get up and Red strokes my ass gently. “You hurting?”

I nod. “Just a bit. But nothing a slather of lanolin cream and a good sleep won’t fix.”

She rests her head on my shoulder for a second. “You’re a good man, alpha. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Feels like I’ve won an Ommy Award myself whenever she calls me her alpha.

The inner happy glow remains as I set up my phone to record, leaning on a pile of magazines with our faces all over them. Then we begin, acting casually in front of the TV like some kind of junior talent show. Except, there’s nothing basic about Red’s acting skills. I thought I knew the lines to this movie, but Red reflects even the nuances of fright and attraction in the scene as the main female character reaches between suitcases and discovers a stowaway instead.

Zack watches with wide eyes as I send the recording to the TV and replay our little scene. Then I switch back to the real film. “Look, Zack. It’s all acting. Pretend. Red’s work is acting too.”

Our alpha gets up slowly and walks over to the big screen, and I wince as he runs his fingers across the pixelated Red, then me. I swallow a chuckle as he peers behind the screen to see if something is trapped inside. Rumbling, he swings about, checking his pack members still sit on the couch.

“It’s us,” I reassure him. “But we’re right here.”

He turns back and strokes Red’s cheek, and I can imagine him checking she’s still real. Next time we’re on set, I’ll try and get us a spot behind the cameraman, so Zack can watch the display as it records.

The big alpha reaches out and picks up the top magazine, stroking his fingertips over Red’s 2D face. “Act-ing,” he mumbles. We both throw our arms around him to celebrate a new word. For someone so badly isolated and abused, he’s really a quick learner, although I can’t guarantee he’s understood the concepts yet.

After a round of kisses, Zack grips my hand, pinning it around the phone. He looks down at the screen. “Sun. Milk. Dog. Truck.”

I grin and lead him back to the couch and we huddle together, Red sitting on my lap and helping him flick through the digital sight words on my reading app. Sometimes it’s unthinkable that this ignorant man could be my pack alpha, and other times it makes perfect sense. I guess logic can’t possibly explain some things.

My phone vibrates with an incoming call from Callisto’s mom. Quickly I press the accept button. “Hi, Aunt Lexi,” I say. “You’re on speakerphone.”

“Hi, sweetheart. Who’s with you? Is your omega there?”

“Yes,” Red says softly. “I’m here with Rickon.”

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