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“Perhaps we alphas need to step up and take part in more of the rearing of our children.”
“I find it hard to imagine that happening,” the reporter said. “Alphas are providers. Not omegas.”
“Then you’re part of the problem. I was, too, before my eyes were opened. Opened by a remarkable omega. Not all omegas have an alpha to provide for them.”
Jake Spelling smiled tightly. “I appreciate your time, Mr. Jaymes.” He spun to face the camera and moved the mic before his mouth. “You heard it here first, folks. Wilder Jaymes, CEO of Jaymes & Associates, is calling for omegas to protest for their rights.”
I never said that.He eyed the back of the reporter’s head.But why the fuck not? The more the merrier.
“I’ll be back here tomorrow,” Wilder said from behind the reporter, eyeing the camera. He snagged the microphone. “Tomorrow morning. I welcome anyone else to join me and sound your voice. The louder that voice, the better!”
Jake Spelling sighed. “Back to you, Jorge.”
The light on the camera dimmed, and the cameraman slid the equipment off his shoulder. Jake turned to Wilder and snickered. “No one’s coming out to support that craziness, but good luck. Thanks for the interview.”
Wilder bit back a hearty ‘fuck you’ and only issued a growl to the beta.
Jake Spelling eyed him warily.
“You better get on the right side of history,” Wilder murmured before lifting his sign higher. He spun and cried, “Free Avery Stephens!”
* * *
“Ever play poker?”Ash asked Avery, casting a look over his shoulder as the group of four entered the common room after their evening meal.
“Kind of. I understand the concept,” Avery replied.
Medjul rubbed his hands together. “We’re going to clean out College Boy.”
“You got your account filled, right?” Tab asked, grinning wickedly.
Avery had. Wilder had put a substantial sum of money in there, much more than he needed. He’d repaid the others for their borrowed toiletries and bought what he needed, with plenty to spare. Let them clean him out, at least a little. He knew none of his cellmates had grown up as privileged as he’d been. Technically, it wasn’t his money, but he sensed Wilder would be okay with sharing a little.
Ash sorted the cards, his hands moving with the ease of a hardened gambler. Avery knew in those first moments that he was going down—although a little beginner’s luck might save him from being robbed completely.
He sorted his cards and overheard a familiar voice. Glancing up from his hand, he saw Wilder on the TV screen hung from the wall. Fixated, he lowered his cards, rose from the chair and walked closer. He could barely hear what Wilder was saying.
“Turn it up,” he said to no one in particular. When nothing happened, he cried, “Turn it up!”
The volume rose, and he listened to his alpha giving a stunning interview.Avery graduated near the top of his class and he’s done incredible work in the few months he was at Jaymes & Associates. There’s no reason other omegas couldn’t do the same.
His chest tightened, his heart beating faster. A smile came to his lips.
“Who’sthatguy?” Medjul asked from his side as the segment ended. Avery hadn’t even sensed the others growing closer, too fixated on the man on the screen. A man he clearly didn’t deserve.
“My alpha.”
“Lucky you,” Tab added. “He’s a looker.”
“Looks don’t mean shit. What he said does, though,” Medjul remarked.
“Agreed,” Avery said, turning to his cellmates. “Though, looks mattera little.”
“He is impressive,” Ash said with a grin.
“He is. And he merits much more in life than sitting and watching me rot in here.”
“Perhaps you’ll be the lucky one,” Medjul said. “Who knows?”
