Page 46 of Perfectly Yours

It wasn’t really part of my plan and now I can’t imagine days without their presence surrounding me.

“I think we can snag a ride for you.”

I hurriedly shake my head. “No, I’ll just call an Uber or something because-”

Macon pinches my chin to cut off my train of thought. He blows out a deep breath, no doubt trying to weather his emotions despite the slightly pissed expression on his face. “Ellie, please let me take care of you. I get that you do everything best on your own. But goddess, let me do the little things.” I want to ask if this is because I’m pregnant but I don’t get that far. “You opened up to us yesterday and I love that but this isn’t about bonds or babies. This is because I care. If it was you or Savin, it wouldn’t matter.”

Grabbing an Uber in my head would be easier. There would be fewer questions from my sister and I could arrive at the venue just fine. However, that isn’t the issue here. Macon is acting as my Alpha, trying to provide for me in a way that I’ve always done for myself. Hearing that he would do the same for Savin makes it easier to digest.

“Okay.” I’m halfway to the door when a pair of shorts hit me in the back of my head. “Right, clothes.” Despite my ease of walking in public with less fabric than is probably appropriate, Tati warned me about this—that an Alpha, my Alpha would show his possessiveness as time passed. I can’t wait for Macon to get all growly and try to fuck me into submission. Savin has mentioned that Macon likes that side of the bedroom and I’m just biding my time until it happens.

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Savin pops up a few moments later, thoroughly kissing his Alpha before grabbing my hand and leading me to the garage. A small door to the left of the foyer opens and I stare inside, blinking as a Beta dressed in a full suit rests against a sleek black car. He smiles and bows slightly before opening the back door. I twist around to Savin, waiting for an explanation.

“How long has he been in here?” I hiss.

The Omega takes my hand and leads me into the backseat, before bending down to give me a soft kiss. “Not long. He’ll take you to your house and then to the venue. I’ll wait outside for you, okay?”

“But how-”

“Macon works a few streets over so he’ll drop me off. Stop worrying. Ethan will make sure you get there safe, alright?”

The door is closed, Ethan slipping into the front seat, his eyes meeting mine through the rearview mirror. “Ready to go, miss?” It feels weird being addressed with that kind of respect but I embrace it, nodding before I curl up in my seat and text my sister.

Hey

Bout time. Thought they fucked you into silence. How are you?

If you weren’t my sister, that would be weird. It’s still weird.

Not weird. You tell me all about your sexual encounters. What time will you be home?

Coming to get a change of clothes. I’m attending one of Savin’s shoots as his PA

Job upgrade? I should start sleeping with famous people.

Says the woman who isn’t interested in sex.

Ah, fuck off. I’ll run you down an outfit. What’s the vibe?

I’ll come in.

Not after you told me about the stupid cameraman following you around. Now pick an outfit. One of yours or do you need to dress it up a little bit?

Mine. Longer shirt though.

Copy that, sis. Eta?

20 mins.

I imagine walking into the venue with my usual leather pants and crop top, showcasing every last one of my tattoos and the dark makeup I usually sport. Being in the entertainment business, it might work but in every picture I’ve seen of the Astor couple, their clothes have always had a muted but rich air to them. Quiet is better. Well, shit.

Quickly, I text Carleen again.

Your clothes.

Already put together. I love your look but maybe not for this. ^^

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