Page 16 of Heat Clickbait
Callie built her whole brand on being independent and then falls apart for the first pack that shows up? Disappointed.
LOOK AT BLITZ'S FACE AT 0:23 THAT MAN IS GONE
That last one made me pull up the video. Sure enough, at twenty-three seconds, the camera caught me mid-scent, and... yeah. I looked completely fucked. Eyes rolled back, mouth open, whole body angled toward her like a plant toward sunlight. My mom was gonna see this. My sisters were gonna see this. My high school gym teacher who said I'd never amount to anything was gonna see this.
“Dammit,” I groaned, switching to check our individual accounts.
My follower count had jumped from 2.8 million to 3.3 million. The DMs were a wasteland of thirst, threats, and business propositions. Dick pics from Alphas trying to prove they were better, marriage proposals from Omegas wanting to join our pack, and about seventeen different supplement companies wanting to sponsor my "Alpha journey."
But Callie's numbers... Christ. She'd broken a million subscribers. The girl who'd been standing outside that dating event, terrified of losing her independence, was now the most talked-about Omega creator on the platform.
I scrolled through her mentions, protective instincts flaring at the negativity mixed in with support. People calling her a sellout, a fake feminist, a cautionary tale. Others defending her, saying she was brave, revolutionary, showing that Omegas could choose their own paths even if that path included a pack.
My phone buzzed. Michelle.
You better be taking care of her.
She's safe. Still in heat. We've got her.
I'm handling the media shitstorm. DO NOT let anyone near that house. Security team is parked outside.
Also, congratulations? I think? This wasn't exactly the collaboration I had in mind but the numbers are insane.
I snorted. Leave it to Michelle to congratulate us on viral mate bonding while probably calculating the revenue potential.
She needs food and water. Been going hard for...
I stopped typing, realizing I had no idea how long we'd been in that nest. Time had gone liquid, measured only in waves of need and satisfaction.
It's been two days. Her heat should peak soon then start tapering. Dr. Yates is on standby if you need medical intervention.
Two days. We'd been fucking for two entire days. My abs hurt in ways that had nothing to do with working out.
Tell her Kara reached out. Offering support and a safe place if she needs it after. Pack Wrecked knows what you're going through.
That was... actually really sweet. Kara Quinn, the gaming streamer who'd gone through her own public heat situation, reaching out to help. The creator community could be toxic as hell, but when it mattered, people showed up.
I screenshot the message to show the pack later, then noticed another DM notification. This one from an account I didn't recognize: ZiaFoxAudio.
Opening it, I found a wall of text from someone with a vtuber avatar, a fox with purple fur and too many tails.
ZiaFoxAudio: Hey, you don't know me but I'm friends with Callie. We used to hang before she got big and became too busy (not bitter, just happens). I know she's probably going through it right now. She gets really bad about not eating when stressed—like scary bad. Used to have to physically put food in front of her during exam weeks.
ZiaFoxAudio: If you're really her pack now or whatever, make sure she eats. Real food, not just her candy vapes and energy drinks. She likes those kids' dinosaur nuggets when she's vulnerable but would die before admitting it. Also allergic to most fabric softeners—makes her break out in hives. Stick to unscented everything.
ZiaFoxAudio: I have my own recording studio with soundproofing if you need a neutral space after all this dies down. No cameras, no audience, just somewhere to breathe. Callie knows where it is.
ZiaFoxAudio: Also if you hurt her, I'll destroy your audio quality on every stream for the rest of your life. I'm not kidding. I have the technical skills and spite necessary to make your life hell.
ZiaFoxAudio: But if you're good to her... thanks. She deserves good things even if she doesn't believe it.
The mix of threat and kindness made me grin. This was someone who actually knew Callie, not the brand or the personality, but the real person. I screenshotted this too.
Me: Noted on all counts. Especially the dinosaur nuggets. We'll take care of her. Promise.
ZiaFoxAudio: You better. She saved my career once. Long story. Just... be good to her.
I kept scrolling through the chaos, documenting the important stuff to show the pack. Brand offers that actually seemed legitimate, messages from friends checking in, and a surprising number of other packs sharing their own stories of finding each other.
