Chapter 29 #2
I laugh, unable to hide my happiness. “I can’t keep secrets from you all, can I?
Yes. The answer is yes. These Alphas are incredible and everything I wanted but was too afraid to let myself find for the longest time.
I always believed the damage my first pack did to me was somehow normal, and I was terrified of being hurt again, of being rejected again.
But these guys… they’re different. They’re patient and kind, and they actually value me. ”
“That’s so beautiful,” the caller says. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you. Next caller?”
“Yes, hi,” another woman says. “I have a question for your Alpha guests. Two different Alphas told me that Alphas don’t go down on females because it’s not an Alpha thing and it’s beneath them. Am I wrong to think they’re full of shit?”
Both Mason and Dylan burst out laughing.
“Oh, they’re completely full of it,” Dylan says immediately.
“Absolutely,” Mason agrees. “We’re all about pleasuring our Omega. It’s literally our favorite thing.”
I jump in quickly. “Remember, this is a safe and protected space to talk freely about sex and preferences. There’s no judgment here.”
“Right,” Dylan says, and he’s grinning too widely. “Personally, I love going down on my Omega. Tongue penetration, licking, the sounds she makes, watching what it does to her—it’s incredible. Drives her absolutely wild, and that turns me on so much.”
I’m blushing furiously, fanning myself with my hand even though nobody can see me.
“And if a man won’t do that for a woman,” Mason adds, his voice taking on that warm tone, “then there’s probably an issue there. Something you need to talk about with him to understand what’s blocking him. Because it’s not just for the woman’s pleasure. We genuinely love it.”
“It’s intimate,” Dylan continues. “You’re that close to her, tasting her, feeling her reactions, making her come apart with just your mouth. What’s not to love?”
“Okay!” I interrupt, fanning myself harder. “That was definitely a hot answer, and I am legitimately overheating right now. Next question before I combust.”
The caller giggles. “Oh my God, please tell me these are two of your Alphas. Please.”
“Oh, they definitely are,” I confirm. “And I can personally attest to everything they just said about loving to make me happy.”
She giggles again. “This is so hot. I’m living vicariously through you right now.”
“Next caller,” I say quickly, my face burning.
“Hi, I have a question for the Alphas,” another woman’s voice comes through. “What do Alphas actually want in an Omega to attract them? Like, what catches your attention?”
“Ooh, good question,” I say.
Mason leans in first. “Honestly? Aside from instant attraction, it’s authenticity. When someone is genuinely themselves instead of trying to be what they think we want. That’s attractive.” Then he stares at me and does a weird wink, considering our situation on how we met. I blow him a kiss.
“And humor,” Dylan adds. “Someone who can laugh, who doesn’t take everything so seriously. Life’s too short to be serious all the time.”
“Also,” Mason continues, “not all Alphas are in bars using pickup lines to hunt for Omegas. A lot of us are just as confused and nervous as everyone else. So if you see someone you’re interested in, know that they might be interested too but don’t want to appear creepy by approaching you.”
“Exactly,” Dylan agrees. “Just… be yourself. Make eye contact. Smile. That’s honestly all it takes to let us know it’s okay to approach.”
“Great advice,” I say. “Next question.”
“How do you feel about a dominating Omega?” a woman asks. “Like, an Omega who wants to take control in the bedroom?”
I watch both of them think about this seriously.
“If I was into her and she wanted to try dominating me, I’d absolutely let her,” Mason says slowly.
“Same,” Dylan agrees. “Though, I’d probably take over afterward because I can’t help myself.” He laughs. “But ultimately it depends on the individual Alpha because we all have our own kinks and preferences.”
“The important thing,” Mason adds seriously, “is communication. Safe words. Boundaries. Consent. That’s what matters.”
“Oh, speaking of safe words,” Dylan says, “mine is gusset.”
They all laugh, including me. “I never knew that,” I say through my laughter.
“First thing that popped into my head,” Dylan admits, still chuckling.
We continue for another forty-five minutes, taking questions about everything from scent matching to pack dynamics to relationship advice.
Then a new caller comes on. “Hi, this question is maybe weird, but does either of you have any single Alpha friends looking for Omegas right now? Unless you’re open to sharing…”
Both Mason and Dylan immediately look at me, and I make an audible gasping sound over the radio.
The caller laughs. “Oh my God, is there something you want to share with us?”
I’m blushing so hard I’m probably glowing. “Let’s keep this conversation nonpersonal, shall we? But I am not into sharing my Alphas, sorry not sorry.”
“I love a possessive Omega,” Mason adds.
We continue taking calls, and by the time Marcy gives me the signal that we’re out of time, I’m exhausted but exhilarated. I do my usual outro, thanking everyone for listening and promising more updates soon, and then we’re off the air.
I collapse in my chair. “You two were incredible. Seriously. My followers are going to be obsessed with you now.”
“Oh, we were incredible!” Mason brags, leaning back with a satisfied grin.
Dylan is showing off, flexing slightly. “I mean, we did pretty well.”
I love them so much it actually hurts.
“So, gusset, huh?” I tease Dylan as we head out of the room.
He’s still chuckling about it when we emerge to find Slater and Jasper crowded around Slater’s phone at the dining table, both of them frowning at the screen.
“What are you guys up to?” Dylan asks immediately.
Jasper glances up at us. “Just finished listening to Reed’s latest show.”
“Oh, shit,” I say, my stomach dropping. “What did he say?”
The three of us join them at the table, and Jasper hits Play on a saved clip.
“I met with some supposed Alphas recently. These men have no idea what real masculinity looks like. No spine. No strength. Just weakness disguised as kindness.” Reed’s pompous voice fills the room.
My hands curl into fists. “He’s still pushing that same crap.”
“But I’ll be working with their social media guy at my upcoming event,” Reed continues smugly.
“I’m going to show him what a real man looks like.
What true male behavior entails. He’s young, impressionable, hungry to learn.
He’s going to see firsthand the difference between weak men and strong ones. ”
“That fucker,” Mason mutters, stopping the clip.
“Good thing he has absolutely no idea he’s being played,” I say with satisfaction.
“So here’s the plan,” Slater states, his voice taking on that commanding tone.
“You film the actual event however you can on your phone. Get footage of what he’s actually teaching people.
He keeps saying no video is permitted at his events, that if you want to learn more, you have to attend and pay.
He’s hustling people, pushing ticket sales.
So if you can get actual footage of him, that’s all we need to reveal it to the world to see the truth.
” He stares at me seriously. “No putting yourself in danger. Just footage, then you’re out.
Then we destroy him publicly with his own words. ”
They all nod in agreement. After the shit Reed is pulling, spreading his toxic garbage and attacking good men like mine, I can’t wait to ruin him.
And sitting here surrounded by my pack, my Alphas, my home, I know I’m not alone anymore.
And together, we’re going to take Reed down.