“Is that why you’re in the US? For her safety?”
“Yes,” Forsythe’s quick to reply, looking back at me with that same worried tinge to his expression. “Always. The safety of my omega, my pack, is always our top priority and we decided until things change in Bravonne, it wasn’t safe for us to be there.”
Cleo’s gaze lingers on me just a touch too long, likely taking in my flushed cheeks and the way I can’t sit still on Thayer’s lap. His fingers dig into my thighs trying to keep me from grinding over his rapidly stiffening cock.
“I see,” she says slowly. “And what are your plans going forward?”
“Take care of our mate,” Grieves is the first to reply.
“Work to ensure the safety of the Bravonnian people,” Thayer adds, but he’s looking at me, I can feel his blue eyes on the side of my face.
“Have lots of babies,” Court adds, gleefully, making a choked laugh spill out of me. “Like lots and lots of babies. Some Ashbourne blood, but most not.”
Forsythe growls at that. “Give Florence whatever she needs to be happy.”
Piers shrugs. “Yeah, what they said. That’s what’s in the future for us.”
“And right now, what our mate needs is for this interview to be over.” The words could be considered abrupt and they kind of are, but Forsythe is still watching me with the look of adoration and worry on his face.
Cleo’s gaze sharpens, flicking between all of us, lingering on me just a beat too long.
Something in her expression shifts, understanding dawns.
“Florence-” she starts but doesn’t finish the question.
Whatever she was about to ask dies on her tongue.
I don’t think I’m hiding it very well.
The heat curling through me, the way I keep shifting, the way I can’t seem to focus on anything for more than a second…
My scent only getting thicker and sweeter.
Heat.
I’m going into heat on national freaking television.
Jesus Christ. Is there no end to my embarrassment?
Cleo gives a sharp nod. “Of course. Thank you so much for sitting down with me today, I hope we can do it again sometime soon.”
“Cut,” Marshall says from somewhere behind the cameras, his voice low but firm. “We’ve got what we need.”
Cleo leans back, studying me openly now, concern threading through her expression. “I think we’re done here,” she says, softer this time. “Thank you.”
My pack pushes to their feet. “No, thank you for doing this,” Forsythe says, smoothing a hand down his suit jacket, while Thayer turns my body into his, wrapping my legs around his hips as he slips an arm under my ass. “It means a lot.”
“Anytime,” the female alpha says. “Now go take care of your omega.”
I nod frantically against Thayer’s chest, only to whine when Lulu stops our retreat. “We’ll release the interview tonight, and it will remain unedited as you requested, unless of course there are certain parts of it that you don’t want to air?”
There’s a moment where I crack open an eye to watch as Forsythe considers. “No, air everything.”
“But-” I start to protest, but we’re already moving again, exiting the studio. “You should have had them remove the part where I accused the queen of putting a hit out on me.”
“No need,” Forsythe says, as we come to a stop. There’s the sound of a button being pushed and then the ding of an elevator.
“No one is going to believe that,” I mumble against Thayer’s throat, nuzzling into my mating bite as much as I possibly can. My alpha’s hands tighten, almost imperceptibly as he carries me through the studio.
