We are.
Falcon, Shayne and I are the people Harper turns to when he needs anything.
We’re always there for him, and we don’t have any messed-up expectations of our mate.
He doesn’t have to deal with that shit anymore.
He gets to live his life on his own terms.
If that means I need to stand in a stuffy opera hall once a week, every week, wearing uncomfortable clothing and behaving as if I’m nothing more than Harper’s driver, then I’m happy to do it.
When the practice session is finally over, the tension in my body starts to ease.
The suit is still too tight in places, but knowing we’ll be leaving soon makes the discomfort easier to bear.
I’ll be out of these dumb clothes soon enough, though I probably shouldn’t think about the circumstances around their removal …
The slightest throbbing of my cock makes me take in a deep breath.
I try to think unsexy thoughts, but I’m already imagining Harper’s flushed face as he drags me into the backseat of our rented limousine.
Before my pants can stretch out too much, I force myself to think about what I’m going to make for dinner when we eventually make it back to our apartment.
It’s a bland enough topic to douse those first sparks of lust.
Considering what I can make and whether we’ll need to make a stop for ingredients keeps my thoughts busy while I wait for Harper to pack away his violin and say goodbye to the group of mainly women he works with.
At least half of them are in love with him.
Who wouldn’t fall for him?
He might be supressing his perfume to pass as a Beta among his fellow musicians, but he’s still as charming and handsome as he was the day we first met.
Watching those women trying to keep him around for a little longer is kind of amusing.
They fight amongst themselves to capture his attention.
Harper doesn’t let it fluster him. He knows exactly what to say to make sure they still like him even if he is dashing their hopes every time.
By the time he’s finally making his way toward me, I can tell we’re both beyond ready to leave.
He lets out a soft sigh. “Home, please.”
I nod, pretending to rub my jaw to hide my smirk.
Of course, Harper’s bright eyes don’t miss a trick.
He walks past me, making a humph sound.
I follow after a beat, keeping myself at a safe distance behind him.
Those suppressants might work wonders to conceal his perfume in a group of random Betas, but they completely stop working when he gets close to his mates.
Maintaining the pretence that Harper’s a rich socialite only works here because he’s from “out of town”. It means we can come to Silver City, and he can do the one thing he loves as much as he loves his mates, without exposing himself as an Omega.
There’s no way Falcon and Shayne would be cool with this set up if everyone knew Harper was an Omega. It would be way too risky. Neither of our Alphas like the idea that there’s a chance of exposure, but they trust us to be careful.
So, I follow my Omega out of the symphony hall, staying alert to any potential threats around us while I make sure I’m no more than a few feet away from him, to ensure I don’t accidentally trigger his perfume.
