“Hi, I have a question for the Alphas,” another woman’s voice comes through. “What do Alphas actually want in an Omega to attract them? Like, what catches your attention?”
“Ooh, good question,” I say.
Mason leans in first. “Honestly? Aside from instant attraction, it’s authenticity. When someone is genuinely themselves instead of trying to be what they think we want. That’s attractive.” Then he stares at me and does a weird wink, considering our situation on how we met. I blow him a kiss.
“And humor,” Dylan adds. “Someone who can laugh, who doesn’t take everything so seriously. Life’s too short to be serious all the time.”
“Also,” Mason continues, “not all Alphas are in bars using pickup lines to hunt for Omegas. A lot of us are just as confused and nervous as everyone else. So if you see someone you’re interested in, know that they might be interested too but don’t want to appear creepy by approaching you.”
“Exactly,” Dylan agrees. “Just… be yourself. Make eye contact. Smile. That’s honestly all it takes to let us know it’s okay to approach.”
“Great advice,” I say. “Next question.”
“How do you feel about a dominating Omega?” a woman asks. “Like, an Omega who wants to take control in the bedroom?”
I watch both of them think about this seriously.
“If I was into her and she wanted to try dominating me, I’d absolutely let her,” Mason says slowly.
“Same,” Dylan agrees. “Though, I’d probably take over afterward because I can’t help myself.” He laughs. “But ultimately it depends on the individual Alpha because we all have our own kinks and preferences.”
“The important thing,” Mason adds seriously, “is communication. Safe words. Boundaries. Consent. That’s what matters.”
“Oh, speaking of safe words,” Dylan says, “mine is gusset.”
They all laugh, including me. “I never knew that,” I say through my laughter.
“First thing that popped into my head,” Dylan admits, still chuckling.
We continue for another forty-five minutes, taking questions about everything from scent matching to pack dynamics to relationship advice.
Then a new caller comes on. “Hi, this question is maybe weird, but does either of you have any single Alpha friends looking for Omegas right now? Unless you’re open to sharing…”
Both Mason and Dylan immediately look at me, and I make an audible gasping sound over the radio.
The caller laughs. “Oh my God, is there something you want to share with us?”
I’m blushing so hard I’m probably glowing. “Let’s keep this conversation nonpersonal, shall we? But I am not into sharing my Alphas, sorry not sorry.”
“I love a possessive Omega,” Mason adds.
We continue taking calls, and by the time Marcy gives me the signal that we’re out of time, I’m exhausted but exhilarated. I do my usual outro, thanking everyone for listening and promising more updates soon, and then we’re off the air.
I collapse in my chair. “You two were incredible. Seriously. My followers are going to be obsessed with you now.”
“Oh, we were incredible!” Mason brags, leaning back with a satisfied grin.
Dylan is showing off, flexing slightly. “I mean, we did pretty well.”
I love them so much it actually hurts.
“So, gusset, huh?” I tease Dylan as we head out of the room.
He’s still chuckling about it when we emerge to find Slater and Jasper crowded around Slater’s phone at the dining table, both of them frowning at the screen.
“What are you guys up to?” Dylan asks immediately.
Jasper glances up at us. “Just finished listening to Reed’s latest show.”
