Page 188 of Ashley & the A-Listers

To every time he’d made a similar noise beneathher.

Ashley had seen Cameron’s intimate scenes in those other movies and knew it wasn’t accurate to the real thing, but holy shit. Across set, listening to it, knowing they were getting all close and that beta was grinding againstheromega?—

“Ashley?” Dylan asked quietly.

Ashley snapped out of it, blinking and glancing at him. “What?”

“You feel… intense. You good?”

Ashley nodded and tried to play it off, realizing her teeth were bared. “I’m gonna go, uh, sit in the trailer, like you suggested.”

Dylan nodded, brows knotted, and she sensed his worry through the bond. “It’s fine, I promise. I just don’t wanna behere,” she said, motioning with her hand in a circle to encompass where she was standing.

“Alright, as long as you’re sure,” he whispered.

“I’m sure,” she answered, and then began the trek toward the collection of trailers that belonged to all the important people.

She let herself into Cam’s and sighed as his familiar scent, faint as it was, filled her.

In the peace of the trailer, she tried to put the sounds and images of Cam with another person out of her mind.

The actor was a beta, so it wasn’t like she had any right to feel so… so territorial.

Her brow furrowed and she glared at the movie poster hung on the wall.

That’s what she was feeling: territorial.

Very alpha of her.

Ashley rolled her eyes at herself and plopped down in a chair, leaning her head back and trying to talk herself out of it.

“He’s an actor. This is what he does. It’s a professional setting. Hisjob,” she muttered in the quiet of the trailer. “There’s no reason to feel so fucking alpha about it.”

She stood up to begin pacing.

“Just because you’re pack now doesn’t mean you can be a weird hot head about hisjob,” she grumbled. “He’s your omega, remember?”

Something in her still bristled, because no matter how much shetoldherself and her hindbrain the fact, they weren’t… bonded.

There was no biology to back up what she was telling herself.

That Cameron was hers.

She glimpsed the clock, realizing it had been more than an hour.

How long were they going to shoot the scene?

God, not being there and knowing what was going on was almost worse than witnessing it.

How annoying were these feelings?

With a groan, she sat her ass back in the chair and scowled at the door as if daring Cam to walk through it. Then she tilted her head back and admonished herself some more with her inner voice.

Just when she was about to throw her hands up and go suffer alongside Dylan some more, she heard voices outside.

“…upset?” That sounded like Cam.

“…feels complicated,” she heard Dylan reply.

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