Page 402 of Omega for the Pack

Drying my hands, I took a few sips of the cool, refreshing smoothie before heading to the shower and getting ready for work. I had taken a week-long vacation, and I was antsy to get back to releasing new songs and singing at our gigs.

My room had bejeweled walls covered from top to bottom, a fur pink rug on the floor, and my bed was covered in matching pillows and pink sheets.

A shelf full of mixed tapes and disks with a radio sitting on top sat in the corner of the room with a poster of my idol, Hayden Gray, above it. He was the most prominent singer of all time on Howl’s Edge Island. There weren’t many singers, and I was determined to be the first omega singer, which was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life. I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of me anymore.

My fathers disapproved of my choice for safety reasons and putting myself out there, but my mother was all for it, and I leaned into her support. My older half-brother, Gabe, didn’t really care as long as I was happy and making money.

After showering, I picked out a pink skirt that stopped just above my thighs and a white shirt. Fluffing out my long hair, I wore a denim blazer over my shirt.

Finding my purse took forever, but I was finally ready.

My limo was waiting just outside the gate, and I knew my driver, Phil, was most likely annoyed at me right now. I was twenty minutes late to the studio, and I was rushing past the gates to the car. He was patiently holding the door open for me.

“Sorry I’m late as hell,” I said, climbing inside the limo.

“That’s quite alright,” he said pleasantly. Then he went to the driver’s side. My only view of him was the back of his head, covered in a halo of white hair. “I hope you had a pleasant morning?”

“I did. Did you hear the news about the omegas missing?”

“Yes, it’s unfortunate for it to happen in this day and age,” he said. “Perhaps, I think it’s best you thought about hiring bodyguards?”

“Nope, don’t need bodyguards,” I said. After my incident with Jordan years ago, I’ve counted on only myself.

I’ve survived on my own, and I’ll make it on my own.

At the studio,Ben and Ty were excited to have me back. They missed me with all the hugs and stories they had to tell. They were pretty much my second family, and I loved being around them, especially when I was feeling lonely.

“You took your sweet time on vacation,” said Ben, shaking his head in disappointment. “What did you even do on vacation?”

“I spent time with my family,” I said, smiling. I felt like my chosen career had spiraled out of control with fame and constantbusy schedules. So it was nice to spend some downtime with my family.

“You have a ton of fan mail there,” said Ty, running his hand over his black spiky hair. He wore the same torn black jeans and a plain black shirt with his silver chain. He and Ben were betas, which in the Howl’s Edge society meant they didn’t have a particular scent associated with them or extra abilities.

Omegas like myself were rare. We were able to produce alpha children if we mated an alpha. Not all the children would end up alpha, but there was a higher probability, and only alphas could shift into werewolf form at will.

Ty led me to the pile of fan mail on the shelf in our dimly lit studio. He pulled out envelopes, flowers, and gifts from my fans.

“Oh, you’re right,” I said. “That’s a lot.”

“The mailbox at the building was full,” said Ty. “I had to grab them every day for you, but here it is.”

I sifted through the envelopes and gifts with a smile. “It’s great being back.”

“We missed you,” said Ty. “Electric Rose isn’t the same without you.”

“Aww,” I said, noticing a small silver box wrapped in a bow. I pulled it open and saw a dead flower petal inside it. On top of it was a tiny scrap of paper, which was hard to read. I made out the words:Get ready, little Pinkie

Something about that didn’t feel right at all.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ty, walking over to my side and peeking at the letter in my hands. When he read the words, he shook his head. “Might be a weirdo. Throw it away, and let’s start practicing the song ‘Echoes of Tomorrow.’ Full intensity.”

“Okay,” I said, quickly dumping it in the trash like it was a grenade. I didn’t have a good feeling about that gift, and something was ominous about it.

When we finished recordingour new song, I was glad at how amazing it turned out. As I sat in the limo, I couldn’t wait to get home and relax before we sang tomorrow in front of a crowd after practicing for hours today. My phone vibrated, and I pulled it out, seeing that I had a missed voicemail.

It had come from an unknown number.

The voice on the other end was deep and disguised, but the words sent chills down my spine.

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