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My nerves are frayed. I’m normally pretty laid back. I’ve never had such a rough tour, but it’s not just myself I have to look out for anymore.
Tinley pops out, grabs her computer, and goes back to the bedroom without a word.
“I think she’s upset.” I stare at the door to the room she disappeared into.
“She’s cuddling with War. She’s fine.” Ramsey stretches out into some position I don’t know the name for. His head rests on the mat between his forearms, but his feet are out like he’s doing a plank and his ass is shoved toward the ceiling. “You’re all jacked up.” He chuckles. “You need to get laid.”
I give him a dubious look, but he switches into some forearm stand position as he stares in the other direction. Maybe I just suck at sharing. I want to be in there, rubbing her back or just keeping her company. How long do periods last? It has to be over by now, right? It feels like it’s been forever. Fuck, I mostly did my best to pretend all that girly shit didn’t exist when my sister was going through it.
But I want to be here for my omega.
“You look ridiculous,” I say as Ramsey flips over, landing on his feet.
He flips me off with both hands now that he’s upright again. “You’re on edge. I’m going to take War to that axe-throwing place tonight after our show, since it’s an early call time. He owes me a rematch, anyway. It’ll give the two of you a little alone time in the hotel. I highly recommend you soak up some pheromones directly from our little omega. Bro, you’ve been half-feral since Thanksgiving.”
It would be shady to sucker punch him in the gut while he’s stretching, but he’s right. I am feral as fuck lately. I blow out a breath and give him a nod of appreciation. “Thank you.”
“No problem, man. That’s what we’re here for, but you’ve got to communicate. No one can read your mind.” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Not until we sink our teeth into Tinley. Then we’ll be up in each other’s thoughts all the time.”
I laugh, shaking my head as he does a backbend. I don’t think those are actual yoga poses, but whatever. I need one-on-one time with my omega. I’m pretty sure I’m close to slipping into full-on rabid, and alphas like that end up heavily medicated or locked up when they do something truly terrible.
* * *
Tinsel is on stage tonight, taking pictures while we perform. Her dress has silvery trim that lines the bottom of the knee-length puffy dress and also frames the bottom of her tits. It glitters in the stage lights. It’s not the Christmas dress she picked out for her birthday, but it’s equally as beautiful.
We’ve got a big security guy walking the stage at ground level in case she tumbles off. Thank fucking God Warrick handled that because it was a major concern of mine. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without hurting her feelings, but I would have if Warrick hadn’t already found a solution.
Ramsey, of all people, helped French braid her hair. He regularly looks like a Viking, but I hadn’t given who did it for him a second thought. Tinley has two thick braids lining each side of her head. They sway and bounce as she snaps pictures.
My gaze flies to the assholes in the front row. Can they see up her dress when she squats down? They better be filming our performance and not my omega.
I glare, raking my eyes over the crowd. I’m supposed to be focusing on putting on a good show, but she’s all my impulses care about.
I need to finish this performance, knock out the meet and greet, and finally get some time alone with my sweet little omega.
* * *
Warrick and Ramsey leave as soon as Gavin gives them the green light. I’ve got plans to do the same as soon as this print interview is done.
“Do you think you’ll sign on for another contract?” the reporter asks, shoving his mini microphone in my face.
“I never say never.” I laugh. “That’s my philosophy. I’d be lucky to be asked back, but, at this point, I’m just playing it by ear.” I give him a plastic smile as I search for Tinley.
She was right there a minute ago.
Carter and Xavier are standing near the door with a group of people. That helps a little, but I shove myself out of my chair.
“Sorry, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I’ve got to find my…” I barely hold back from sayingomega.“Tour manager.”
The guy tries to ask one last question, but I jog for the hallway that leads to the bathrooms and the greenrooms.
Jack stands with Tinley. They seem to be chatting. She smiles, holding out something, and my brain somehow convinces me that Jack is a threat. He’s obviously doing Carter’s bidding.
“Tinsel,” I growl, stomping to her side.
“Hey.” She shoves the small box at Jack and waves. “How was the interview?”
“What’s that?” I nod to Jack, pulling my omega to my side with a hand on her hip.
