“We’re meeting the client out back in ten. We’ll handle the details after we know more.” As we stand to head out, Apollo starts following us, but Trev stops him. “You can watch,” he says, pointing to the camera. “But the client is expecting one Alpha and a petite Omega.Only.We’re not trying to scare him off already by introducing him to the stab-happy Alpha with violence in his eyes.”
Apollo, not surprising anyone, pulls out his blade and growls at Trev.
“You’re going to need to relax a bit there, sugar. Can’t have you pulling knives on everyone that causes you a mild inconvenience,” I say gently, moving so the blade is pointing at me.
Now both Alphas are growling.What a yummy-delicious sound, my gawd.Trev grabs my shoulders to move me, but Apollo is already stuffing the weapon back in his pocket.
“I’ll see you soon, Dream,” Apollo grumbles, tilting his head at me.
I glance around the room with all its wall-to-wall monitors. “Oh, I’m sure you will, love. I have no doubt about that.” I shake my head, unsure if I’m flattered or if I should be worried. Despite the knives and the bloody spot I see on Trev’s thigh, I don’t think Apollo is a threat to me.
Maybe I’m being delusional, but I like to think I’m just optimistic.
Once we’re outside, Trev lets out a long, heavy sigh. “He’s going to be a handful,” the Alpha huffs, making me snort.
“All the best ones are.”
My mind goes to some impure places at thehandfulcomment. They’d be more than just a handful, given their sizes. Alphas are never just a handful. Get me around two sexy Alphas, and all of a sudden my thoughts can’t be controlled.
A black sedan pulls up, thankfully distracting me from my thoughts. It parks in the designated spot just a few feet from the entrance.
I hold my breath as I wait for the driver to open the door. The windows are too tinted to see anything inside, which only spikes my anxiety. Trev shifts uncomfortably, probably because my scent is unpleasant when I’m anxious. His dominance would help, if only he didn’t hide it.
Slowly, like the driver is terrified, the door opens, and my jaw falls to the floor and rolls down the hill.
Beaumont Hunnam? Our client is Beaumont Hunnam?
Holy shit.
“No way…” I hiss, but Trev doesn’t even react. He’s more professional, it seems. “Our client is a famous movie star?”
And not an Omega…The email he sent made it seem like he was, so this is super unexpected. I never would’ve guessed it was him because he’s a Beta. We’ll still help; it’s just odd that he lied about his designation.
Beau is so handsome in a way that draws attention. Short light brown hair, sun-kissed skin, and blue eyes that entrance you if you look at him directly for too long. Pouty, full lips, dark eyelashes, and a sharp, strong jawline. I feel like I should lower my head or something. Beau is the kind of hot that makes even a highly secure Omega like me feel, well, insecure.
He’s wearing a black tank top and baggy dark-wash jeans; his tight-fitting black briefs are just barely visible, as is the sliver of midriff that peeks out under his shirt. He dresses to draw attention to him, but he’s acting like someone who doesn’t want to be seen.
The quiet, nervous man before me contradicts the overly confident and often cocky man from TV interviews.
“Dream?” he murmurs, voice so soft and nervous that my heart clenches. He’s glancing around the dark lot, and it’s easy to recognize the look of fear. I’ve felt it all my life. He’s scared. Nervous. Uncomfortable. His scent is so muted, but when it hits me, it’s all wrong. Chemicals and body spray, not him.
“Yeah, I’m Dream,” I answer with a nod as I step up beside him and lace my fingers with his. He clings to me instantly, and that feeling in my chest returns tenfold. “It’s nice to meet you, Beau. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” I smile, fighting the urge to look away from someone so pretty so I can look him in his eyes as I speak. I want him to see that he can trust me, not how handsome I think he is. He seems so vulnerable.
The moment that passes between us feels significant. Maybe this is just the first time Beau has been given reassurance from someone that isn’t trying to take from him. He’s choosing totrust me, but his eyes are begging me not to hurt him. I’ve seen that look before too.
“Let's get you inside,” Trev says, gesturing for the famous-freaking-movie-star to go before him like this is our everyday life.
“Okay,” Beau whispers, voice so low and weak…like he’s too exhausted to give any more than that.
He looks so fucking sad. I squeeze his hand and lead him through the halls and up to Declan's office. Whatever comes next, all I know is I’m going to do whatever I can to help, even if that means I’m jumping headfirst into fire.
Beau needs help.
I’ve seen that look in his eyes before, when I looked in the mirror at just sixteen. I know what it means.
Someone, please save me…
I had help. People who saved me. People who cared. Then I got revenge.
