Page 146 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Lyric could say yes… it would just mean she wouldn’t be doing very much sleeping.

And at the moment, that didn’t sound all that bad.

“I’d love that,” she said, glancing up at him as he held the door open.

“Good,” he responded simply.

Lyric stepped through the door, and as the cold night air curled around her, she leaned closer to Adra.

“Oh my god, it’s her! Lyric!”

A woman’s voice called her name, and Lyric turned toward the excitement, only to see an alpha shove the security guard to the side and leap the metal barricade before running right for her. A swish of blond hair and an overly enthusiastic smile headed her way, t-shirt and sharpie clutched in hand. “Can I please get your autograph?” she called out, waving the shirt in the air.

Lyric wanted to laugh as the lumbering security guard caught his balance and headed for the woman. This was someone whose excitement overrode their common sense, and Lyric grinned.

“It’s fine,” she called out to the guard. The woman’s smile grew. “Hey, yeah, I’d be happy to sign that for y—”

“Back off,” Emerson growled, stepping in front of Lyric and blocking her with an extended arm. Adra stepped closer and pulled her into his side.

“Where’s security?”

Heat blanketed her from the back as well, and she glanced over her shoulder to see a not too happy Henry glaring at the fan.

Lyric peeked around Emerson’s arm with a frown, trying to tug it out of the way.

“Hey, what’s the big deal? I can sign her shirt, it’s no problem.”

“She’s an alpha,” Emerson grumbled, not budging.

Lyric huffed. “You’re an alpha. Move, let me sign her shirt.”

It didn’t matter if the woman was an alpha, she was just excited to see her favorite artist. This woman only saw a musician.

“But—” Emerson began, but Lyric finally ducked under his arm and waved him off before he could grab her again.

“Hi there, thanks for coming to the show. You have a shirt for me to sign?” she asked.

She stopped, shirt clutched in her fist as her gaze darted over Lyric’s shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I’ve just been a fan for a while, and my little sister is obsessed with your music. The shirt’s for her, not me. And now I’m rambling, sorry again.”

Lyric smiled, trying to hide her irritation with her band. “It’s okay! Don’t worry about it, they’re just a little overprotective.”

The woman extended her hand, the fabric dangling, and handed her the sharpie before stepping back out of reach. Was she keeping her distance because of the alphas looming close behind Lyric like guard dogs?

They were scaring her, and it made Lyric’s hackles rise.

After she signed the fabric, she handed the shirt back and smiled. “Since the shirt is for your sister, do you want a picture?”

She froze for a split second, her mouth hanging open, before she nodded. “What? Are you serious? Yes!”

Lyric grinned as the fan shoved the sharpie in her pocket and pulled her phone out.

She wanted to blow Emerson a raspberry as she stepped out of his looming shadow and put her arm around the female alpha.

“Is a selfie okay?” she asked.

“Of course,” Lyric replied.

Their faces reflected on the device as the camera came up, and Lyric shifted closer to get in the frame more.