Pure, uncomplicated pride in what I accomplished.
I took down a predator. Exposed a fraud. Protected vulnerable people from being exploited further.
This is what I was meant to do with my platform. With my voice. Not investigating good men like my pack, but exposing the real threats.
“I love you,” I say suddenly, looking at all of them. “All of you. Thank you for having my back.”
“Always,” they say in unison.
And as we drive home through the falling snow, I know with absolute certainty that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
With my pack.
32
ANITA
It’s been a month since the Reed takedown, and I’m sitting in my radio studio—well, my permanent radio studio now, with all four of my Alphas surrounding me.
A month ago, this was just a spare room in their house. Now it’s completely mine. My equipment set up exactly how I like it, soundproofing installed, and my motivational posters on the walls, along with books on the shelves.
My things.
Because I live here now, permanently.
We drove to the city three weeks ago and packed up my entire apartment in one day—furniture, clothes, books, kitchen supplies, everything. They insisted on doing it themselves and wouldn’t let me lift a single box.
All four of them had stared at me with identical expressions of absolute refusal.
So I’d supervised while they worked, which mostly meant sitting on my old couch eating snacks while they hauledeverything down three flights of stairs because the elevator was broken.
Now all my belongings are integrated into this massive, beautiful house. My clothes in the walk-in closet that’s bigger than my old bedroom. My art supplies in the sunroom with the incredible view of the mountains. My favorite blankets added to the nest of our bed.
Our bed.
I’m still getting used to having a home that’s truly mine. To waking up every morning in a mansion overlooking Mistberry Cove with four Alphas who worship the ground I walk on.
To being genuinely happy.
They’re not participating in tonight’s radio show, just here for support. And also because none of them can seem to go more than a few hours without being near me, which I absolutely love even if they’re being ridiculously overprotective.
I adjust my microphone and take a deep breath as Marcy gives me the signal that we’re live.
“Good evening, heat seekers. This isThe Heat Line, and I’m your host, though not quite as anonymous anymore.” I laugh nervously. “Thank you all for being so incredibly patient with me. I know I’ve been vague about a lot of things. Legally, I couldn’t talk about certain details until everything was finalized. But now I’m ready to come clean. And I have more secrets to reveal, so definitely stay tuned for that bombshell at the end.”
I glance at my men positioned around the room. Mason is on the leather couch reading a book. Dylan is on the floor doing stretches because he never sits still for more than five minutes. Jasper is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me with those intense eyes. And Slater is in the chair closest to me, within arm’s reach like always.
“Let’s begin with what everyone online is talking about,” I continue. “How my Alphas and I are being searched for likecrazy on every social media platform. People finding our photos, our real identities, our business. And honestly? I doubt I can hide the real me anymore. So let’s just rip the bandage off.”
I take another breath. “My real name is Anita. A few of you have already messaged, having figured it out, having found me and my Alphas online through some impressive detective work. So congratulations. But let’s please keep my personal information to just my name. I’d appreciate maintaining some privacy for my safety and my family’s safety.”
The chat is exploding with hearts and supportive messages flying past faster than I can read them.
“Now, the takedown of Dr. Langston Reed,” I say, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice. “The man who defrauded and lied to everyone for so long, claiming he was an Alpha expert when he wasn’t even an Alpha himself. And listen—there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a Beta. But when you create an entire brand promising that you’re an expert on Alpha behavior and masculine development, and it’s all based on a fundamental lie? That’s fraud. That’s manipulation. That’s wrong.”
Slater reaches over and starts massaging my shoulders while I talk, his strong hands working out the knots that have formed from sitting hunched over my laptop while editing all day, and I have to actively suppress a moan.
“That video of me revealing him has gone completely viral,” I continue, trying to focus on my words and not on how amazing his hands feel. “It’s absolutely insane, and I’m still processing it all. My follower numbers have skyrocketed to over two million, and that makes me so incredibly happy because it means I can spread this message of Omega empowerment to so many more people who need to hear it.”
