Chapter 7 Pack Star
Pack Star
Aurora
Before Locke is brought in, I quickly head over to the green room where the dancers and escorts get ready. It’s in the basement of this building, so I’m sure I can get there and back in time.
I rush down the steps and slam the door open. Exactly how I pictured it, Honey is crying in Tara’s arms.
“I really don’t think she meant to…” Tara coddles her.
“Honey,” I say both harshly and with all the love I can muster.
She glares at me. She’s still in her g-string, pasties, and ankle-breaking pleasers.
I look around and spot Carmen, who is also glaring at me.
Oh no, mother is upset. Carmen is wearing a red bodycon dress, which looks like a uniform next to Tara’s red bodycon dress.
Carmen is a foot taller than her with even bigger hair.
I saunter over to Honey, and she pulls herself together. She wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Honey.”
“What?”
“I don’t like how we left things upstairs.”
Her chin points up, and she pulls her frown deeper. “You were being a huge bitch.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Tara stays right where she is between us.
“Will you forgive me?”
Honey ignores me, and Tara, ever the girl getting in everyone’s business, says, “To be fair, Honey, she is an omega who is just perfuming. I honestly think she is doing quite well under the circumstances.”
“Tara, I don’t need you to defend me.” I roll my eyes, and she gives me a sheepish look.
“Yeah, but she’s been going around fucking all the girls, and she’s only mean to me.”
“Maybe that’s because she likes you…”
I put my hand up. “Tara, can you give us a moment?”
She nods and walks over to Carmen’s expectant arms. I give Carmen a thank-you look for taking over Tara duty.
Tara is great, but she is always inserting herself into every situation.
“Honey, what can I do?” I come up close to her and pinch her hip gently. She responds with a smile and comes closer. “What can I do to make it right?”
“It’s ok, Ro. I know today is a big day. I think I’m feeling a lot of emotions, too.”
“Yeah?” I twist a tendril of her white wig in my fingers and give it a little tug.
“Are you going to leave us? For him?”
I nod my head. “Of course not. I’m not going to let my father do this.”
When I finally get out of here, I won’t miss a lot of things about this hellscape, but I did make friends, including these beta girls. They look so hopeful, and all their attention is directed at me.
“It’s going to be fine, Honey.”
I look at the three of them. There are two more girls, Lucy and Sauvignon, upstairs.
Five beta girls who work for my dad—dancing, stripping, dancing, waitressing, bartending, and whatever else.
I’m actually a little surprised by how upset Honey is right now.
I just thought she’d be mad that I was rude to her.
But she’s actually upset there’s a chance Locke and I will bond.
Locke has an omega. And even if he didn’t, even if he had failed…I wasn’t going to let it happen.
“Honey, are you and the beta girls in a pack?” I ask carefully.
It’s the only conclusion I can come up with about how they are acting right now.
Memories of them throughout the years come to me of how close they all are.
Five beta girls, hired on at different times, but all five of them have been here for years now.
“Don’t tell your dad,” Carmen says with authority. Oh my god! I know betas form packs, but I’ve never actually encountered one.
“Of course not. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Honey wanted to ask you…” Tara says, but is cut off.
“Shut up, Tara!”
“What if something happens tonight with Locke, and this is our last chance to ask her to be our omega, Honey! Locke is already here. She’s never stopped talking about him since the day we met! Think of one day she didn’t find a chance to bring up Locke?”
“What?” I ask cluelessly.
I receive no answer.
First off, I definitely can go a whole day without mentioning Locke. Thinking about him is a whole other thing. But I’ve definitely kept it to myself. At least for a whole day. Second, did she just say they want me to be their omega?
Oh! They can’t want me in their pack! I suppose messing around with three of them would start to give them the impression I’d be into being with them. And now Locke is coming, so Honey is feeling jealous.
Poor, Honey.
I pull her into a hug.
“Ro? We can show you what the three of us can do for an omega. Carmen and I on our knees. I’m latched onto your clit. Carmen eats your ass. Tara has mentioned your tits at least half a dozen times this week.”
It’s a titillating offer, having three beta girls get me off at once. If we had more time, maybe I’d have all five of them take care of me. I’m perfuming, so my first heat is only a couple of weeks away. If there were no Locke, maybe…
No, that can’t happen. My inner omega doesn’t agree. I need to focus on Locke. I need to help him.
I shake my head and give her a kiss on the cheek.
“I can’t…Don’t worry about me. You have your pack, Honey.” And then I add, while stroking her wig, “You’ll be good to an omega.”
She laughs as if I’m telling a joke, and then hugs me tighter.
We let go of each other, and Carmen takes her place.
“I wish you all the best, Ro. Locke never hurt any of us. He’s a good pup.”
That word pup stings, but I let it go for now.
“Please come to us if you ever need anything.” Tara hugs me, too, but since she’s always been afraid of me, it’s quick, and she shuffles into Carmen.
“What do you call your pack?”
“Pack Star.”
“Well, thank you for being my friend, Pack Star. I have to go meet my alpha now. And hopefully get him out of this mess.”
My alpha, who has a goddamn omega and never liked me a day in his life.
Watch me walk away from a dream pack. God, I’m screwed.
My ass hits my chair in the exact moment the doors open, and my dad marches down the center of the room to join me. He kisses my cheek and stands next to my chair, leaning on the high back, watching Liam and his men drag in Locke and another man.
I can’t even look at Locke because the other man is a beacon.
Two of Liam’s men drag him through the room. I can’t seem to take a full breath. He has icy-bleached blonde hair. It’s a little patchy from whoever did it.
He’s around six feet tall. He’s strong-looking with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His long fingers hold on to the men tightly, and his veins in his forearms are pronounced.
He’s one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen.
He’s wearing black slacks and a white button-up sleeved shirt that’s folded up to his elbows.
His tie is loose and hangs down. I’m up out of my seat before I know what I’m doing.
I think my mouth is even hanging open.
The bleached-haired man tries to stand up straighter as I come right at him. His head tips to the side in confusion.
I’m only a couple of feet from him when it dawns on me—this man is not an omega.