“Whatever it is, we can help, what’s wrong?”
“She’s going to be so upset,” he says, still pacing.
“Grayson,” I say, clasping his shoulders and making him look at me. I can hardly see any of the green in his eyes. He’s completely unfocused. “What’s wrong?”
“Liv went into heat and we’re having a full-blown crisis over what to do. She doesn’t want to miss the show, but I need to keep her safe. There’s so many people here.” He looks scared, and I think it’s pretty rare for Grayson to feel out of control.
Before I can even open my mouth, Cami comes to stand next to me. She puts a reassuring hand on Grayson’s forearm. “I’ll have one of the crew members get a TV so she can watch in the green room.”
“How are we supposed to get out of here after? The woman is insatiable during her heat. There are so many Alphas here.” Grayson looks around backstage, like he is ready to beat up any Alpha who even scents his Omega.
“Once the show is over I’ll have Beta security lead you out. We’ll make sure you never have to go near the main entrance.”
“What about our car?”
“Give me your keys. I’ll have Franklin bring it around back. Or do you want us to arrange someone to drive you home?”
“I think River will be able to drive us home.”
“Let her know I’ll send her tickets to another show. Is she doing okay?” Cami says.
“I think she’s worried about debauching your greenroom.”
“Well, it’s not mine. Do whatever you all need to do. Make sure she lets me know she’s okay when her heat is over.”
“Of course, thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to her and to us,” Grayson says, giving her a warm smile. He squeezes her arm and turns to walk back to the room where he and his pack are about to fuck to Cami’s music. It makes me shiver, and I shake the imagery out of my head. Not that I’m not down with group sex. But the idea of being responsible for that many people seems overwhelming.
I look down at Cami and can tell she’s worried. “That was very kind. We’ll make sure they’re okay.”
“I’m just worried. You promise me she will be okay?” Cami says.
I touch her shoulder again, and she sighs. “I promise.” She nods her head and plasters a smile on her face. She starts rubbing her side with her thumb and winces.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s just a cramp or something. I’ll be fine.” She shakes off the feeling and walks out on the stage with a beaming smile on her face.
The performance isn’t the best one she’s given throughout the tour, but I doubt her audience can tell she’s having an off night. She’s clearly worried about Liv, a person she just met. I really don’t know how she holds so much compassion and care in her tiny little body. While most people wish they could be more like Cami, I’m fucking glad I’m not. It sounds exhausting, caring about so many people all the time. The fewer people that matter in your life, the less likely you are to set yourself up to get hurt.
She’s a sweaty, sweet-smelling mess when she’s done with her show. She looks even more exhausted than when she threw up and told me I looked likeShrek.
“Cami, you okay?”
“My stomach really hurts.” She moans. “Is Liv okay?”
“I have stadium security taking them to their car to get home. Grayson was carrying her out, and the tattooed Beta basically growled at anyone who looked at her. I’d say she’s fine.”
“I really don’t feel good, Smith.” She nearly collapses on the floor before I can catch her.
“Fuck.” I huff and cradle her to my chest. “Cami?”
She makes some garbled noises, and I pull out my phone to call Franklin. “Hey, man. I need you to pull up backstage right now. Cami needs to go to the hospital.”
“Fuck, is she okay?”
“She passed out.”
“I’ll be right there.” I jog and slightly jostle her in my arms as I make my way out the rear exit of the building to meet Franklin.
