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“That’s the spirit.” Red-beard cracked a smile. “Now buckle up, boys, it’s about to be a wild ride. And might we suggest you get your Omega far away from this show and all the other unmated Alphas before this turns into some real drama?”

23

Opal

“Absolutely not.” Ken stood at the front of the conference table, gripping the top of the black leather chair. “It’s not possible. I can’t let you leave.”

Mike, the director, and the lawyers representing the show voiced their agreement while Penelope and her mates stood in the corner near the window, watching the proceedings.

The conference room was full today.

Atlas and Dorian hovered protectively, sitting on chairs of either side of me, with their bruises fading and their outer legs pressed against mine.

Every sense in my body was heightened and I kept picking up random feelings throughout the room. The anger. Frustration. Annoyance. Fear.

Focus on them, my wolf panted.

I did. The feel of their strong legs and warmth coming from my mates. The worry I wished they wouldn’t feel. Underlying notes of aggression, but not toward me. Tenderness. The vow they’d made to put aside their differences and help me now.

Good mates. Strong.

My wolf continued to pant.

The heat was riding her hard. And I was white-knuckling it, shoving down the yearning that pounded in my chest. It was a losing battle, but I could fight a while longer. Because I needed to keep my head above water for this.

I refocused on Ken as he ranted about contracts and ratings, getting momentarily distracted when my mates growled at him.

So freaking hot.

I coughed to clear my throat, trying to erase the image my wolf was sending of me dropping to my knees on the floor under the conference table to show Atlas and Dorian my appreciation.

“You knew this was a possibility.” The strength of my own voice shocked me. I didn’t sound like an Omega. Atlas’s and Dorian’s legs pressed harder against mine and I spoke again, “It’s in my medical clause.”

“Yeah, but the odds of you finding your fated mates…” Ken trailed off as he looked to Penelope for support. As a human, he knew less about Omegas than most wolves even did.

“The odds were definitely in her favor,” Penelope said, smiling at the three Alphas surrounding her.

“And are we sure they are fated mates?” Ken redirected his glare our way.

“We’re sure,” Atlas growled at the same time Dorian said, “Without a doubt.”

See? I knew they’d figure it out, she preened.

“And because of that, I’m about two seconds away from going into heat.” Technically, I was already on the edge. A cramp in my lower core reminded me of that fact. “And unless you want this show to get R-Rated, really fast, I suggest you let us go.”

The color drained from Ken’s face as he leaned down to whisper to one of the lawyers. I pretended not to hear him verify the facts. Omegas could take chosen mates if they wanted, but it was more common than not for them to have fated mates thanks to the rarity of our kind.

Maybe I was more Omega than I thought.

“But we spent all that time and effort in getting Opal here.” Ken looked lost as he started to whine. “And Dorian—no offense to Atlas—is the star of the show.”

“None taken,” Atlas grumbled. “We can leave him behind if you want.”

“No.” Dorian’s hand moved to my thigh, gripping it possessively.

“You won’t get paid if you leave,” Ken said, lowering the tone of his voice as if he regretted what he was saying.

“I don’t need your money,” Atlas countered, dropping his hand to my other thigh. “And I’ll take care of Opal’s pay and her nest. Her transportation, too.”