Page 37 of Their Perfect Omega

“That’s a bad idea for so many reasons.” Kayla sighed. “Is she coming to help you?”

Anya was headed toward me, practically running to keep up with Gizmo. They had been near a patch of grass between the lot I was in and the next lot over.

“Yes. Thank you, Kayla. I love you.” I didn’t know what I would do without my sister. She had more than made up for the countless times I’d saved her ass over the years.

“I love you too. Please be careful. Don’t let them bite you.”I disconnected the call before she could say more.

My decision was already made. I needed my pack, and maybe we weren’t official yet, but that was the least of my worries.

“Kara, what the hell are you... oh, shit.” Anya had her phone out of her pocket and to her ear before I could even express how grateful I was to see her.

“Wait.” I lowered to my knees, unable to stand anymore. “They’re performing.”

Gizmo reached me first, sniffing the air and then butting his head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, letting him support some of my weight. He knew me, and my heart felt so full it could have burst.Instead, my eyes did, and I sobbed into his fur.

“Jon? We have a situation. I just found Kara in the parking lot in heat. What should I do?” She was quiet, and I could hear Jonathan’s deep voice giving her instructions. “And we’re certain that’s what they would want? Like, one hundred percent?”

What would they want? Me? How could she even ask that when she’d been on a tour bus with them for the past several months? Didn’t she know? She was a part of the damn pack.

“I know, but they’ve been doing really well, and this...” She looked down at me and bit her lip. “They’re not going to let her go after this. This could cost them everything.”

That was the last thing I wanted, and I used the brick wall beside me to push to my feet. “I’ll just go.”

My legs weighed at least five hundred pounds each as I started dragging them toward the buses. One foot in front of the other, that was how I’d make it.

“Kara!” Anya caught up to me—not that she had far to go to do so—and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go to the tour bus.”

I was comforted by her touch, even though her half of the conversation left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. “I’ll ruin everything.”

She let me go briefly to take the phone out from between her shoulder and ear. “They were a mess when you went through your heat without them. We almost had to cancel a few shows. Pack Health has been doing regular check-ins with them, and luckily, they hadn’t dropped in then.”

I let her steer me toward the grassy area and the other parking lot. “They didn’t tell me that.”

“Of course they didn’t. They didn’t want to worry you. They at least have each other to get through it all. Jonathan will tell them what’s going on after the meet and greet, and they can decide what they want to do. He thinks if they back out of the meet and greet it will get back to Pack Health and they’ll start asking questions as to why.”

We walked in silence the short walk to the other lot, where semi-trucks, buses, and a few cars were parked. She lifted her hand and waved to a security guard who was patrolling by an exit.

I finally found the energy to form a complete thought as we walked between two buses and stopped outside the door of one. “This is bad, Anya. Really bad. They set off my heat the second I saw them on that stage.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” She took a key out of her pocket and opened the door.

Their scents hit me so hard I stumbled forward, nearly taking Anya to the ground as I crawled up the stairs and into the bus. Gizmo barked, running in behind me and jumping onto the couch that was behind the driver’s seat.

I rolled onto my side, curling my knees up to my chest as another cramp tore through me. It felt like my entire lower body was being ripped in half. I needed relief before I passed out from the pain.

“Let’s get you to the back room. They have it set up as another living area, but I’ll move some of that shit out here and get their bunk mattresses in there.” Anya grabbed me under my arm and helped me stand. “Try not to breathe in their scents until we get you all situated. It’s not an ideal nesting situation, but it will have to do for now. How long do your heats usually last? Did you not have any preheat warning signs?”

“Too many questions.” She was making my head hurt.

There hadn’t been any signs besides being tired and feeling a little warm all day. I thought it was just because it had been a long week. If it had been more than a day, I would have picked up on the signs.

The tour bus was bigger than I expected, even though I’d seen video and pictures of it. The pack, Anya, Jonathan, and Gizmo stayed on this bus while the backup band and other tour staff stayed on the other buses. Then there were seventy-five semi-trucks with all of the staging, costumes, and whatever else there was. It was excessive, but their stadium concerts were sold-out events with tens of thousands of people.

We passed through a living room area and into a small kitchen area that had necessities but wasn’t meant to be used as a full-service kitchen. There was dim night-time lighting on, which was a relief because I couldn’t handle any more lights.

We next came to the bathroom before Anya pushed open a pocket door to a bunk area with eight bunks.I whimpered, unable to completely block out the scents coming from them. If they decided they didn’t want to be with me during my heat, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I’d probably need to go to the hospital.

Anya slid open another door and flipped a switch which turned on tiny ceiling lights that looked like twinkling stars. I liked that and knew the room would be suitable for a nest. It wouldn’t be perfect, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

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