“Already done. It’s in your calendar.”
“Thanks, Sadie.”
“But you’re alright otherwise? They took care of you?”
My chest warms at her concern. I remember how she stood up for me before everything went down too. Ready to pull me away from Pack Quinn if I hadn’t consented to them helping me through my heat. She’s a good person and friend.
“Yeah, they did.”
“Then why do you sound so stressed?”
I stand from the tub and pace back and forth, biting my nail. “Because I fucked up, Sadie. I went into heat on set, ruined the movie and my career, and made this pack take care of me for a week!”
“Did they tell you that?” she asks angrily. In my head I imagine her standing up with a little snarl on her face, ready to throw down. It has me smiling despite everything.
“No, they didn’t.”
“What did they say?”
I shake my head even though she can’t see it. “Nothing yet. I woke up and came to the bathroom to shower. I haven’t faced them yet.”
“Then I think you should be talking to them instead of me. Also, how are you even talking to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, well, when my sisters come out of a heat they spend at least a couple days in their nest resting with their packs. You were going at it for a long time, I’m surprised you’re conscious.” She snorts, then clears her throat. “Sorry, that was unprofessional.”
“It’s fine, Sadie. You’re right, but it’s not my nest and they aren’t my pack.” Though my Omega did protest to my shower. I was both crying and growling through the entire thing, but it had to be done.
There’s a pause before Sadie speaks again. “Aren’t they going to be though? They’re your scent matches.”
“That doesn’t mean they want to bite me and keep me forever. Like I said, I ruined everything by being so reckless. I’m sure what happened has slipped to the press. I’ll never work again. Especially if they decide to sue me for breach of contract. Which would be in their right since I lied about being on suppressants and—"
“Iris!” Sadie cuts me off. “Calm down, okay? You need to talk to your pack.”
I want to reiterate they aren’t my pack but instead I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Do you know something I don’t?”
“Just talk to them, and we’ll speak when you come up for air.”
“Sadie—” The line goes dead and I pull my phone from my ear to see she did, in fact, hang up on me.
I stalk over to the mirror, any relaxation and relief I’d felt from finally having a proper heat gone from my body. I stare at my reflection, anxiety written clear as day all over my face. If I go out to talk to Pack Quinn like this, their instincts will be to comfort me and I’ll probably end up letting them. But we need to have a real conversation. Not one clouded by our designations or the intimacy we shared together over the last freaking week.
“You really had to go all out, didn’t you?” I ask my Omega.
She ignores me. Of course she does. Though I swear I feel pride toward her actions flitter through me.
I puff out a breath. I need to find clothes that aren’t Wilder’s shirt and put on my acting face. I’m going to find the pack and apologize for what happened. I just hope I can walk away with my dignity and the possibility of a career.
Chapter nineteen
Iris
Jettwasgonefromthe nest when I finally came out of the bathroom, and in his place were my clothes laid out with a note.
Augie washed these for you. Come downstairs for food when you’re ready. — Jett
Not only did they take care of me during my heat for six full days plus an extra day of sleep, but they washed my clothes and now they want to feed me? There was even a new pair of underwear folded in the pile in my correct size. What the hell?
