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LifestyleOmega: You're changing the conversation. Grateful.
PackContentPro: As a pack-bonded creator, THANK YOU for normalizing this.
When Ro stepped into frame to add his professional endorsement, I watched Lucas's subscriber count tick up. People weren't leaving, they were joining. Wanting to be part of this story.
And when Michelle answered the question about potentially losing clients with unwavering professionalism, I felt pride surge through the pack bond.
She wasn't backing down. Wasn't apologizing. Wasn't diminishing herself.
She was standing her ground and forcing the industry to meet her standards.
That was my omega.
The stream lasted fifty-three minutes. Every minute was perfect.
When we finally signed off, Michelle collapsed against Lucas, and I immediately checked my monitoring systems.
"Initial social media sentiment analysis is ninety-two percent positive," I reported. "Viewer retention was around ninety-eight percent. Chat engagement was the highest on record for the channel. Troll infiltration was minimal, handled quickly."
"Translation? We won," Ro said, setting down his camera.
"The ethics committee sent an email," I added, pulling it up. "They were watching."
Michelle's head snapped up, fear spiking through the bond.
I handed her my phone, and watched her read.
The relief that flooded through the bond made my chest tight.
"They closed the inquiry," she whispered. "They said we set a positive example."
Lucas let out a whoop and pulled her into his arms. Ro was smiling, actually smiling, which was rare. And I felt my own satisfaction settle deep.
We'd protected her. Not from physical threats, but from the kind of danger that could have destroyed everything she'd built.
We'd stood beside her while she fought.
And she'd won.
"Your phone's exploding," I observed as messages started flooding in.
Michelle looked at the screen, her eyes widening.
Client after client sent supportive messages, respect, and requests for continued partnership.
Industry colleagues sent congratulations, admiration, requests for advice.
Other omega managers sent gratitude for blazing the trail.
And then, predictably, Matthew Malone.
You got ahead of me. Well played. But this isn't over, Rodriguez.
I felt anger spike through the bond, not just mine, but the entire pack's.
"Forward that to me," I said. "I want documentation of his harassment."
"Dex—"
