Page 70 of Packed Up In Vegas

“They’re a team,” I insisted. “All the alpha groups are a team.”

“If they can fuck a new omega each time, there’s no reason in the world they can’t add a new alpha to the mix.”

Jeff and Kyle didn’t have omegas or a pack. They didn’t understand what they were asking and I was pretty sure they didn’t care either. Their only concern was the money. “All the spots are filled. Why is this an issue?”

“You’re abusing your power, and we’re not going to let that little tramp fuck with everything.”

A growl ripped free before I could stop it. Callie stared over at me with wide eyes.

“This is what we’re talking about, Miles,” Kyle said with a sigh. “Bringing her in was your fuckup and now you’re trying to cover your ass, but we see what you’re doing. Stop working things around her and do your job.”

He hung up on me and I stared at the screen, trying to control the urge to hurl my phone against the marble floor.

“What’s going on?” Callie asked, approaching me tentatively.

“Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart. My boss is being a jackass.”

She chewed her lip, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the floor. “Because of me?”

It technically was because of her, but it still wasn’t her fault. “Management wants Diego and Amir to continue performing.”

The growl that leapt out of Callie had every eye turning toward us.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Take a deep breath for me.”

She did so, but I could see the words turning themselves over in her head, see her waging war against her omega instincts. “I know it’s their job,” she eventually said, “but they’re mine.”

“We should probably discuss all this at home and make a decision as a pack,” I said.

Callie nodded sadly. Of course Kyle and Jeff would ruin my date with her. We couldn’t work around this. Callie was our omega, and as much as her rational brain might be fine allowing her alphas to continue with their work, instinct didn’t give a shit about that. The others would struggle to put on a performance, and it would probably push her to the edge of a breakdown to think about her alphas with another omega. If it were a case of having two omegas in our pack, that might be different, but we all knew that wasn’t what this would be.

I cursed my job as we made the trip home. The others looked like they had recently arrived as well when we pulled up.

“Pack meeting,” I announced.

Callie went straight to Kai, tucking her face against his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Kai asked us.

“Let’s all sit down first.” We gathered around the breakfast table and I laid it all out as clearly as I could.

“And we can’t do a wrongful termination suit if they fire me?” Kai asked.

“We could try, but I’m not sure we would win. You’re not able to continue the job.”

“This is fucked,” Amir growled. “They can’t force us.”

“No, they can’t, but if you can’t fulfill the terms of the contract, you need to buy it out and if we do that, we might risk losing the pack house. We’d be out all that money and have all those streams of income cut off.”

Callie whimpered. “This is all my fault.”

“No,” Diego snapped and immediately reined himself in. Much more quietly, he said, “No. This is management being a pair of dicks. They could work with us if they wanted to, but they don’t.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Callie looked around the table, her dark eyes luminous. “I don’t want to be the reason you all lose your home. I would hate every single second of it, but if you need to keep doing your work, then I’ll just suffer.”

They all stared at me like I had grown a second head.

“I could barely touch someone I’ve fucked multiple times,” Amir pointed out. “I’m betting odds are extremely fucking slim that I could still perform the way they want me to.”

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