Page 65 of Their Perfect Omega

“Have a seat, boys,” Marcus said, gesturing to the sectional where Cal and I were already seated.

Alvaro sat down between me and Cal, and Tate sat on the other side of me. This was a common arrangement of ours; Alvaro close to both me and Cal and Tate next to me for added emotional support. I don’t even think they realized they did it, but I did.

Our managers moved to stand behind us, which was comforting at least. If they felt like something was wrong, they would have probably stood with Marcus.

We’d had our managers since the beginning. One of them had been fresh out of college, just like we were, and the other had twenty years of experience managing some of the biggest names in the music industry. They ran our career like a well-oiled machine.

“What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Alvaro sat back and crossed his ankle over his knee, cool as a cucumber. I was glad at least one of us was.

Marcus started to walk along the other side of the coffee table, his fingers rubbing his clean-shaven chin. “We’re going to be adding an extra concert to your tour two nights from now at Levi’s Stadium. The demand was so high we decided it would be in our best interest to add another show.”

“We weren’t consulted on this,” one of our managers added. “Tickets went on sale an hour ago.”

Tate growled. “You can’t just do shit like that. We’re fucking human beings.”

“Son, you’re an alpha. You have plenty of stamina to do another concert. To make up for the short notice, we’ve booked you hotel suites for the duration of the tour.”

I stiffened, and my heart went somewhere, but it wasn’t in my chest anymore. “We’ll stay on the bus.”

“Well, that’s another reason for the hotel rooms. The bus-”

“What the-” Alvaro jumped up from his seat just as the locker room doors burst open.

Jonathan ran in, looking like someone had punched him in the stomach. His face was pale and his eyes... something was wrong. His phone was gripped so hard in his hand I was surprised it hadn’t broken to pieces yet.

We all stood, ignoring Marcus telling us to sit back down.

“I...” Jonathan looked at Marcus and then at our managers. “I need to speak to my pack alone.”

Marcus crossed his arms. “They are going on stage in an hour. If you’re worried about the bus, don’t be. The Pack Health agents said they were taking it for a routine inspection since the pack went MIA for a few days.”

“What did you do?” Tate grabbed his father by the tie and walked him back into the wall.

Marcus held his hands up. “I did nothing, son. They were looking for you boys last night, and you weren’t with the other buses.”

My heart had returned and was beating violently in my chest. We’d cleaned the bus and doused the back room in de-scenting spray, but what if that wasn’t enough?

Jonathan was staring off at nothing. “We need to go. Now.”

That wasn’t all he wanted to say. Whatever Alvaro felt coming from Jonathan sent worry through our bond. I was grateful our pack bond wasn’t strong enough yet that I could feel Jonathan because I was struggling enough with the three.

As if sensing I was about to lose it, Cal grabbed my hand. “Cancel the show.” He started toward the door, where Jonathan was still standing.

Marcus growled. “We are not canceling the show. There are twenty-five thousand fans out there!”

Tate let Marcus go, and we followed Jonathan out into the hall, shutting the door behind us. The hallway was mostly empty and those that were in it were rushing about preparing for us to perform.

“They’re in the hospital.” Jonathan spoke so quietly I thought I heard wrong. “Anya’s in surgery to remove...” He choked up and put a hand over his eyes.

“To remove what?” Alvaro growled, his whole body vibrating with an anger I’d never seen from him before.

I could feel everyone’s intense emotions, and I quickly threw up my mental blocks. It was too much. We needed to go to our omega and make sure she was okay.

Jonathan swallowed and shook his head. “A bullet. They wouldn’t tell me anything about Kara. They just said Anya was brought in with another woman.”

The locker room door opened, and Marcus walked out, his phone to his ear. He stopped and seemed to be processing the looks on all of our faces. “Can one of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

Tate and Alvaro exchanged glances, and Alvaro nodded. “Dad, we need a ride to the hospital.”

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