Page 38 of Their Perfect Omega

I fell onto the couch, grabbing a pillow and inhaling the scents on it. My jeans were soaked through, and I rubbed my thighs together, needing relief.

“If you can wait until I get you set up in here...” Anya turned on a small fan and pointed it at me. “That couch folds out into a bed too, but I don’t know if it’s strong enough for whatever you might get up to.”

“Hopefully, I’ll be getting up to something,” I muttered into the pillow.

She put her hand on my forehead, checking to see how hot I was. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but Jon and I care deeply for them. We just don’t want them to hurt anymore, and they’ve been doing everything they can to push being in the fall match.”

I looked up at her, surprised. “They are?” My excitement was in my voice, even if it was strained. “Do you think it’s a possibility?”

“I think it is. After the tour ends, there’s a two-month break before they head back to the studio. The match is right at the end of their break, so they’ve been talking to management about starting the recording right after the tour and shifting their time off. Well, if the powers that be let them do it.”

“None of this is fair.” I sat up and took off my purse. “I’m friends with the dean of students. I might be able to convince her not to report that I’m missing.”

“But what about everyone else?” She dragged one of the two gaming chair rockers toward the door. There was a recliner as well, but I didn’t think that would fit out the door without some help to maneuver it.

“She can say I got a ride back to the compound.” I pulled a hair tie out of the front pocket of my purse and could barely lift my arms. “Can you put my hair up for me?”

“Let me get all of this extra furniture out first.” She pulled the chair out of the room, and I grabbed another pillow and shoved it between my legs.

It was going to be a long few hours until the concert was over.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Tate

There was no greater high than finishing a concert knowing your girl was watching. It had gone so perfectly, and I could feel the excitement radiating off Alvaro and Cal as we made our way off the stage and walked toward the locker room which was acting as our dressing room.

Avery had even had a great show but was still mostly a closed book with his emotions, not letting our bond penetrate his walls most of the time. He was doing better overall but had moments where he got into his own head and couldn’t get out.

One of our assistants opened the locker room door, and I entered first. Most of the stadiums we performed at had luxurious locker rooms, and this one was no different. There were areas for each athlete to store their gear, a large seating area with couches facing a screen, and lounge areas.

“Fuck, yes!” Cal threw the empty water bottle he’d guzzled across the large room as he entered after me. “The energy of that crowd was fucking spectacular!”

I collapsed onto the leather couch and snatched a water bottle off the side table. “I think we all know why we performed so well tonight.”

“I could feel her watching us. It was incredible.” Cal was always hyper as fuck after shows, but he was practically vibrating with unspent energy.

“Great show, guys!” Jonathan came into the room after Alvaro and shut the door behind him, the noise in the hallway dulling. “Let’s get a move on. We have the meet and greet, and you four are swimming in your own pheromones.”

“We literally just got off stage. Give us a few, man.” Avery opened the mini fridge brought in for us and pulled out a protein shake. “It takes us five minutes to shower and change.”

It was true. We had the quick showers down to an art. We usually had a little more time to unwind, but with fifty omegas and Kara waiting for us, the schedule was tight.

God, I couldn’t wait to see her. I hoped she wouldn’t be upset with our surprise. We had planned on telling her so she could be prepared, but that plan fell apart quickly.

Alvaro glanced my way, sensing my sudden uncertainty. “Don’t.” He went to the mini-fridge and grabbed two energy drinks, tossing one my way. “It’s going to be great. She probably already knows and has a little bit of time to prepare.”

Avery stared into the small opening of his protein drink. “I think I’m going to have to skip the meet and greet.”

Jonathan made a noise of disagreement. “I think you all need to stay together. What if agents show up and wonder why you’re avoiding the omegas?”

There was something off with Jonathan, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. There was a hesitation to his usually sure voice.“The agents just visited us a few days ago. They wouldn’t come again so soon.”

“This will be your first time around this many omegas in a long time. A lot is riding on this. You’ve all said so yourselves. This will prove that you’re ready to do the fall match instead of the spring one.” Jonathan clenched his jaw like he was holding something back from us.

Alvaro took a sip of his drink, his eyes narrowing on Jonathan. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Alpha. Just tired and want to get this meet and greet over with.” He crossed his arms as he leaned against the door. “They’re expecting us in fifteen minutes.”

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