Page 64 of Broken Harmony
“Sorry, sorry.” I burst through the door, afraid I’m holding everyone up. “Had to piss.”
“That’s... that's Ally Cat!” someone squeals.
For a moment, I think a rogue fan got in here, but when I look over to see this tiny little Omega tucked under Grant, the producer’s arm, I know she belongs to him.
My face slips into a friendly smile. “Hi there. Name’s Alisha. But you can call me Ally. Ally Cat is just a stage name.” I give her a wink.
She nods at me, with this look of awe in her eyes. Something I get all the time, but I’ve never gotten used to.
“Ready, boys?” I look towards the guys in charge.
Stepping into the recording booth, I listen to what they have to say, going over what they want from me. When I know what I’m doing, I nod and get to work.
This song isn’t one of mine; it was written by another artist. But I like it. It’s a little different from my normal sound, but honestly, change might be for the better.
My eyes keep drifting over to Liam. He is standing back, the Omega whose name I think is Maya, if I remember what Nate said earlier, is talking to him.
Whatever she’s saying to him, it gets Liam smiling.
Jealousy hits me, but I know there‘s no point. Maya is Grant’s. She has a pack.
Still, I don’t like that other people can get him to smile when it took so long for me to start getting them regularly.
“That’s a wrap! Amazing, Ally. This is going to be one hell of a hit!” Grant says.
“I sure hope so,” I reply, smiling.
Stepping out of the booth, I start to head over to Nate when Grant gets my attention. “Hey, Ally, you got a moment here to sign something for my girl and maybe take a photo?”
“Of course,” I say with a smile, heading over to them. Grant hands me a CD of Rage Against the Heart’s newest album, and I sign it before standing next to Maya for a photo.
She seems like a really sweet girl, and if it wasn’t for the fan girling, I’d probably stay and talk a little while. I just don’t know how to handle fans like that. It’s weird for me.
Years of doing this, and I’m still shit at taking compliments. Maybe if I had an Alpha who showered me with them, I’d get used to it.
The thought has me looking over to Liam, who's standing off to the side, watching.
“It was nice meeting you, Maya,” I add, saying my goodbyes.
“You too,” she squeaks.
“Ready?” I ask him, ready to head back to the hotel for a nap. It’s just one of those days where I get into a funk and have to try to push through because life goes on and doesn’t stop spinning because I’m feeling blue.
Liam leans in, whispering in my ear. “I found out a secret about the bubbly little Omega over there.”
“Yeah?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Ever see the face of your favorite author?”
“Who? Marie Day?” I ask. He nods, then I shake my head. “No, she’s never shown her face online. Never been to a signing.”
“Well, now you have.”
My eyes widen, snapping over to find Maya staring at me in surprise. “No fucking way...”Is he telling me that Maya is Marie?
She narrows her eyes at Liam, most likely because I don’t think he was supposed to tell me.
“Sorry,” he chuckles. “I tell her everything.” And fuck me, my heart does this stupid little flip in my chest that takes my breath away.Why does he have to go and say shit like that?
