Something that somehow hides the glaring truth: he’s an omega in heat.
I’ve gotten this far in my career on instinct and luck, and I can only hope that’ll cover Mylo too, this time.
Every break between scenes, I jog back to my trailer and check on Mylo, refreshing my scent on the clothes tucked against his cheek. It’s the first time I’ve seen him peaceful, but it’s the calm before the storm. I’m lucky he’s so exhausted; I don’t know if we’d be able to stay apart this afternoon otherwise.
All I want to do is sit next to him, brushing back his sweat-damp hair, making sure he’s alright.
But the best thing I can do for his sake is to keep the production running.
Usually, I live for the novelty of shooting on-location: the chance to work alongside breathtaking vistas, historic towns, unexpected terrain.
The bulk of today’s shooting is in front of an absolutely gorgeous waterfall, but I hardly see it. At least Electra’s headspace for these shots is as distracted and agitated as mine, and Lana’s elated with how everything’s coming together.
While the sound engineer debugs an issue, earning Lana’s growing impatience, Haley and I steal a quick break to hydrate.
We stand in wardrobe on set, surrounded by cameras. Though we were just depicting a vicious argument, we find our usual friendly rapport.
“Mylo’s really alright?” she asks.
I nod. “It’s not like what happened to Alanna. It’s just food poisoning.”
She chews her lip, then catches herself, remembering her last scolding from her makeup artist. “Ugh, I feel so bad for him.”
“You two have gotten pretty close, right?”
“Yeah… or—well, I think so.”
“You’re lucky. He hates me,” I say with a wry chuckle.
“Oh, no, I’m sure he?—”
I lightly wave my water bottle. “I wasn’t complaining. He said something about method acting. Lana seems very pleased.”
Haley cracks a smile. “Well, Mylo is very dedicated. I’m sure he doesn’t actually hate you.”
That makes one of us.“So you’ve enjoyed working with him?”
Haley nods emphatically. “Isn’t he incredible? He’s so good at what he does. And so sweet, too. He’s like my emotional support twin. Wait, is that narcissistic to say?”
I shrug and offer a lopsided grin. “I’m the wrong person to ask.”
Haley laughs and hits my arm. “Oh, stop that. You’re, like, the most humble person I know.”
“I’m pretty sure if I take that compliment, I’ll prove it wrong.”
Haley’s smile widens. “See? Legit so down-to-earth.”
I force a convincing, easygoing laugh. “Would you want to work with Mylo again?”
“Again?Like, you mean, you think they’ll invite me back for another one?!”
I nod. “Are you kidding? Lana loves you.”
“You really think so? Oh wow, I mean… if I’m so lucky… I don’t see how I could do itwithoutMylo. He’s so much of who Melinoë is now. Plus, I’mhorrificallyafraid of heights…”
“That’s the kind of partnership that could make a career for both of you.”
Haley’s eyes shine. “It really means so much for you to say that. Hey, I did want to ask you something: are you and Mylo to?—”
