Page 123 of Pack Fever

Then the screen jumps over to images of me sitting in the backseat, on Reed’s and Jasper’s laps, my face clear as day, giving no one any doubt that it’s me.

“Fuck!” I cringe, staring at myself. Of course, I knew this would happen. I saw the camera flash in my face, but seeing it broadcast so quickly on air, not to mention on one of the most popular entertainment news programs, I’m starting to feel sick to my stomach.

We all sit in stunned silence as the entertainment news rolls footage of the event that’s now apparently the talk of the city. The reporter’s voice suggests that the whole spectacle was orchestrated by Seth to unveil me, not to mention that Seth seems content to share me with his band members.

I curl up tighter, wishing I could shield myself from the prying eyes obsessed with Fever.

Seth’s arm tightens around me. “It’s going to be okay,” he reassures me. “I’ve already contacted my lawyer this morning to contact Nexus and register you as our Omega. They can never hurt you again.”

“Really?” I blink at him, tears in my eyes, my throat thick with emotions. “You did that already? Is it going to work, seeing I was their prisoner?”

He nods. “I’m sure of it. I’ve got my lawyers on top of it to ensure that Nexus can’t use any loopholes to claim you back. As long as we can prove that we claimed you, that we are suitable Alphas, that you are no longer alone, they shouldn’t be able to touch you. And fuck them, but the three of us will fight them in court if that’s what it comes down to proving we claimed you as ours.”

I’m crying now, unable to believe how much they’ll fight for me.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you’re ours and that we’re no longer hiding.”

Hugging him, I might have sobbed a bit from the overwhelming emotions at the reality of everything happening so fast.

“It’s everything I wanted,” I murmur between sniffles.

Reed has his hand on my back, stroking me, while Seth kisses my brow.

“And… and what about your contract with Wing Music?” I ask as a flush of panic comes over me. “They’re going to sue you?”

He shrugs. “I’ve already started conversations with my lawyer on this, so she knows what’s potentially coming our way. But whatever it takes, we’ll face it together. I can’t keep hiding in the shadows for years until the contract ends.”

“Fuck that,” Jasper adds. “It’s long overdue that we break that damn contract.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Reed murmurs. “Fuck Wing Music’s contract.”

I glance at all three of my Alphas, realizing the lengths they’d go to for me. I’m in complete awe.

As if on cue, Seth’s phone suddenly rings, and I can’t help but flinch at the sound. Seth, unfazed, glances at the caller ID and lets out a dry chuckle.

“Speak of the devils,” he mutters under his breath. He’s on his feet, phone in hand, and answers with a casual, “Rick, just the man I wanted to speak with.” He begins to pace the length of the penthouse. Seth is a man who thinks on his feet—quite literally.

My stomach churns uncomfortably at him talking to Wing Music.

I lean into Reed’s side, drawing strength from his presence, while Jasper jumps in and steals Seth’s spot. I’m in their arms, and all three of us watch Seth, only catching a word here and there, but it’s not enough to piece together the full story.

The conversation winds down, with Seth offering a final, “We’ll handle it, Rick. Trust me, and I’ll let my lawyer know to expect an email.” Ending the call, the tension in the room seems to lift ever so slightly. Seth’s return to the couch near us, his expression one of determined calm, has me completely confused.

“So, what happened? What did he say?” I ask, slightly shaking.

Seth settles back down with us, his phone now on the table, his expression unreadable. The tension coils tighter inside me, a knot of anxiety that threatens to unravel at any moment.

“Come on, man, don’t keep us in suspense,” Reed demands. “How much shit are we in?”

Seth takes a deep breath, and for a moment, I fear the worst. My mind races with dreadful possibilities—lawsuits, lost contracts, the end of Fever as we know it—all because of me. The guilt is a heavy shroud, suffocating me with its weight.

“Well, it’s like this,” Seth starts, his gaze dropping as if he’s bracing himself to deliver a blow. But then, I catch it—the slightest quiver at the corners of his mouth, a telltale sign he’s holding back a smile. What is he up to?

“Seth?” Jasper’s tone is a mix of warning and confusion.

Evidently, Seth can’t hold back any longer. “Fuck, fine, I’m trying to be serious, but I can’t. Wing Music isn’t suing us... if anything, they want us to start publicly appearing with Danica to promote the story of our blossoming romance with our Omega.”

I blink, stunned. “Wait, what?” It’s all I can manage, the words barely a whisper, as Reed and Jasper are equally dumbfounded.

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