Page 30 of Ashley & the A-Listers

Cameron muttered something to River, and even though he was facing away from her, she could tell he rolled his eyes.

Mirth danced across River’s expression as Cameron led him over, their hands breaking apart only as they approached.

“Ashley, meet the, uh, screenwriter, River,” he announced, and put a half-step more space between them, as if remembering. “River, this is Ashley.”

“We met this morning,” she said.

“Now I know why you never skip leg day,” River said, lifting the coffees.

Her lips twitched. Cute. “Nice to meet youofficially,I suppose.”

“Charmed,” he said, and held out a hand, the same one that had been around Cam’s waist. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Is that so?” she asked, and shook his hand, since he’d offered first. The contact lasted only long enough for her to notice his handshake was firm, because Cam leaned into River, and she dropped it.

If she wasn’t an alpha tuned into the nearest omega’s needs, even subconsciously, she might not have noticed Cam was marking his territory.

Here in close quarters their scents melded, both muted but complimentary to Cam’s sweetness.

“All good things, I assure you,” River drawled. “I won’t get in the way, so I’ll go wait over by Dylan.”

Calling him by name, proving they all knew each other.

Cameron pouted at his announcement before catching himself and clearing his throat, leaning away from the beta and motioning to the chairs.

“Actually… we’re gonna move to a private room,” Ashley said.

If Cam and River wanted to make eyes at each other that werenotreading casual, it would be best to do it behind a closed door. She hadn’t heard anything in the media about Cameron getting shacked up with a partner, and maybe that was the point.

Ashley led the four of them to a private training room down a short hallway. The room was smaller, but contained mirrors and mats and everything else they’d need.

If Cameron had a beta, did that mean he had a pack?

No, he didn’t have an alpha. They wouldn’t have let him come here to be trained by one.

Unless…

Her gaze landed on Dylan, and she dismissed the suspicion before it could truly form. No. Dylan wasn’t Cam’s alpha.They hardly liked each other.

And if she wanted to get real about it, Cam had no bite marks,andhe didn’t smell like anyone else. No alphas had marked him.

That knot loosened a bit more in her chest, and she scowled until Cam turned to face her on the mat.

His eyes were gleaming with a determination she hadn’t seen in days. He lowered his voice. “Show me something impressive,” he hissed.

Amusement filled her. “You wanna show off?”

He nodded, short and quick.

Oh, to show off for a crush.

Like you showed off for Dylan last week?

No.No. She’d wanted to show off for Dylan to prove something, not entice him.

What would entice this beta?

If he was dating an action star, an omega, this beta must be something special. She wanted to know more about them. Their dynamic. Omegas weren’t known to shack up with betas, especially solo, simply because they didn’t possess the biology to please an omega. No lock or knot.

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