“Great, Mum.” I stand with my phone, heading to the kitchen. “It was fully booked, a really good crowd. You can actually watch my session online, but I don’t think you’ll have enough signal there… Maybe I could email it to you?”
“Yes, send it our way! My little Revea, a famous hair stylist and…” She leans closer to the screen. “Sweetheart, where are you?”
My eyes go wide.
“Loves, look at this kitchen!” My dads appear on screen again. “Isn’t it gorgeous? But it’s huge. Almost like a…”
“Pack house,” my bigger dad, Maddox, practically barks.
I try to hide my wince by going silent instead. Mentally, I’m scrambling for what to say, how to deny it, change the topic—
“Revea Monroe, are you finally giving a pack a chance?!” My mum is practically squealing while my dads murmur to each other in the background. “How did you meet? When? Where? In LA?! Are they hair stylists too?”
“Your brothers never said anything,” Maddox grumbles.
“Maybe because it has absolutely nothing to do with them, Dad.” I smile sweetly, but my eye starts to twitch.
“Leave it, both of you,” my angelic father, Sven, intervenes. “Sweetheart, ignore these two. You don’t have to tell us anything.”
But the way my mum looks so happy at the thought of me having a pack… I know she worries about me more than my brothers. Being an omega in this world is hard enough.
My parents never treated me like I was fragile, never acted like I was less just because of what I am. They encouraged my independence, even when most packs would have kept their omega daughters close until they started courting.
They trust me. I know they do. But that doesn’t mean they don’t worry.
Especially about me ending up alone.
I have my brothers. We’ll always have each other’s backs. But even that isn’t the same as having a pack.
I sigh.
“You can ask one question each. That’s it,” I say, firm, holding a finger up to the screen. “Go.”
Sylvan
“Shit.” I drop my dumbbell, flicking through the notifications lighting up my watch.
“What’s up, Syl?”
The numbers have tripled in the last hour. I pull out my phone.
It’s everywhere.
“Syl?”
Viral.
“Hey, man, what’s wrong?”
“The video.” I turn my phone so Luc can see the screen. “I had guys monitoring it. It started on smaller sites, easy enough to remove with the threat of a lawsuit, but now it’s on social media, news outlets….”
Luc’s eyes slowly meet mine. “Shit. And I’m guessing there’s no way you can remove...”
I’m already shaking my head. “When it’s small and you catch it early, yes. But, in reality, once something’s online and it goes viral…”
“Fuck.Shit.”Luciano’s jaw tightens as he stares out the window over the garden. “Ve’s gonna freak. We need to—hey, where’re you going?”
“To get my laptop. I need to see how far it’s spread.” I grab my phone and head for the door. “Tell the others. Call our lawyer. Meet me in the living room.”
