Page 66 of Pack Down Bad

“Janice, wait a second. I’m not sure what you’re saying. Why is there so much traffic all of a sudden?” The only traffic I understand is driving during rush hour, and I avoid that at all costs.

Janice takes a deep breath and steadies herself, coming down a notch from the crazy train. “All of the new traffic is coming from your viral marketing campaign. I imagine you didn’t realize what a huge success it would turn out to be, otherwise you could have clued me in beforehand so we could capitalize on this even more, but–“

“Viral marketing campaign?” I repeat, interrupting her. I swear we’re speaking two different languages, Janice and I. “What viral marketing campaign?”

I don’tdomarketing. That’s why I hired Janice.

“You don’t know?” Janice falls silent in shock.

I laugh, shaking my head even though she can’t see me. “No. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I thought this was planned,” she says, her voice softer and filled with awe. “The fact that you didn’t know makes this even juicier.”

If she doesn’t explain soon, I’m going to hang up on her. I have a lot of packing to do, and I honestly don’t care too much about the finer details of social media posting. As long as my books make it into the hands of my sweet readers, the other stuff is all background noise to me.

The stories are what I put my heart and soul into.

“I’m forwarding you a link to your email now. You should watch and then message me back with your thoughts on how to address the attention. People are goingwildonline for these guys. Everyone wants to know the story behind your mates now.”

My mates?

Before I can ask for more clarification, she hangs up. I swear I can still feel her palpable excitement in the room with me.

I quickly scroll through my phone to my email, where Janice’s message is already waiting. I click on the link to the popular video site and feel my jaw drop instantly.

Knox?

I’m not totally surprised to see him onscreen since the guys did explain once their lies came to light that part of Knox’s career is being an online art influencer of sorts. No, the part that surprises me is that he’s acting out a scene I recognize from one of my freaking books!

What the hell?

This is... Crazy. Incredible. Surreal.

And just when I think I can’t be any more speechless, the first clip cuts to a second one where Percy plays the role of the first male lead I ever wrote. After Percy, there’s a scene with Rhys playing the starring role. They’ve nailed the details, even down to wearing clothes I’ve described for each character.

I click on Knox’s profile, expecting to greedily check out the shirtless content I’m anticipating.

Instead, his feed seems to have recently been flooded with video after video of the alphas doing renditions of scenes from my books. The number of views seems astronomical based on my limited knowledge. I can’t believe they did all of this for me in the short time since I left.

Spending more time exploring the app, I quickly realize that many of the videos have gone insanely viral. No wonder Janice seemed so hyped. People are filming their reactions to the videos. Some people are even filming themselves lamenting their own love lives and wishing they had a pack as supportive as the author.

Me!!!

I’m the author!

That’s me!

By the time I make it back to my email to confirm for Janice that I’m also excited now that I understand what’s going on, I’m flooded with messages from news outlets hoping to interview the four of us. Me and the three alphas they believe I’m in a bonded pack with.

Funny that everyone seems to be reacting as if the bonds are already a done deal. I make a mental note to go back and check out the captions and comments from the guys. I have a sneaking suspicion that they’ve started that rumor up themselves.

But hopefully it won’t be an unfounded rumor for long.

I need to go to them.

Mia took me to pick up a rental car last night. I pick the keys up from my coffee table and make sure to nab my purse from the hook by the door. I won’t be making the same mistake from the bar ever again, that’s for sure.

Even if I did wind up happier than I’ve ever been because of running away in the middle of a snowstorm.

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