Page 79 of Omega Rock

I shoot him a look. “As if you all marking me didn’t do that.”

My alphas laugh and I laugh with them. In short order, we fall back into our writing routine and then start recording by the end of the week. Sable is there, filming everything as a behind-the-scenes video we plan to release at some point.

It all feels right.Soright.

And yet, Wes doesn’t call. Not yet. Even after another month, including a heat cycle during which my alphas play me like their instruments as if we’re still on tour. It’s hot and fast, and all-encompassing, but when we emerge, there’s still no word from Wes even after we finally submit our album:Finding Fate.

At least we fulfilled that end of our deal with Wes. All that remained to be seen was if Wes still wanted us.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

NOAH

“I have an idea.”I don’t preface it with any other information or warn the pack before I join them at Aiden’s apartment. The statement is the announcement of my presence to begin with, after having been gone for most of the morning collecting groceries.

“Is it contagious?” Leo asks from the kitchen island. He’s grinning up at me.

Mia sits next to him with a cup of coffee clasped between her hands. “About what?”

Aiden nods at me as I set the groceries down on the counter. “Mia, if I get something together, can you blast it all over social media?”

She sits back with surprise written on her face. “I mean, yeah. But what is it?”

Over the last week or so since submitting our album to Wes, our band’s general presence in the minds of fans has been rather empty. And there’s not much we can do except release those behind-the-scenes videos Sable’s been working on until he approves the music.

Except, if we were to remix something a little bit.

“I know we have to wait on Wes,” I say as I lean over the island. “But hear me out. What if we released a special version of Leo’s song?”

Leo’s eyes go wide. “Special version?”

I nod. “Word got around about you heading to the hospital.”

He frowns. “I know.”

And I know he’d rather not address it. Unfortunately, that’s not how fans work.

Aiden shakes his head. “I mean, we can do that I guess. If we’re going to do it with anything, I want it to bethatsong.”

I set my phone on the island before me and pull up some old Juilliard groups I’m still in online for some reason. “What if I put out a call for people to help, and we release an orchestral version. Something very different but no less cool, and record everyone.”

Mia’s eyes light up. “A live video. Maybe even a flash mob kind of thing? That’d go viral for sure.”

I nod. “All eyes back on us, and Wes can’t say no. And look, we’ve turned the PR nightmare around.”

“It was just one fight,” Aiden mutters under his breath.

I gesture to him. “I agree, but here we are. What do you think?”

Leo considers it and then nods. “Yes, let’s do it.”

Mia grins wide. “I think this is exactly a good move. But are you sure you want to get involved with the Juilliard crowd again?”

I shrug. “Either they ignore it or they don’t. I’ve got a few acquaintances from those days, too, who I’m sure would be interested. We put out the call, send music, pick a date. We’ll need someone to help write it out for an orchestra, but.”

“I got you there,” Aiden says as he grabs his own phone. “Give me a few days.

Leo smiles but it’s stilted. Nervous. “I could try singing it. I don’t know if that would help, or if Iwantto.”

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