Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
MAY THORNTON REVEALS EVERYTHING IN TELL-ALL INTERVIEW ABOUT HER EXPERIENCE WITH THE EDGE
June 4th
I march toward Trevor, my rose gold waves bouncing with each determined step. A new kind of adrenaline takes over.
“Trevor,” I say, keeping my voice level despite the storm of nerves brewing inside me. “We need to talk.”
Trevor looks up from his clipboard, his perpetual frown deepening as he meets my scrutiny. Shock registers on his features.
“, what’s this about?” he asks, a defensive edge already sharpening his words.
I plant my feet firmly, feeling my alphas’ presence nearby like a comforting melody. “You’re fired.”
“Come on, you can’t be serious,” Trevor scoffs, dropping his clipboard onto a nearby road case. He squares up to me, trying to loom over my shorter stature. “You need me, kid.”
“Actually, we don’t,” I retort, standing my ground. My heart hammers a fierce beat, but my voice doesn’t waver. “Not anymore.”
He laughs. “Where is this coming from? Have these alphas been telling you lies about me?”
I refrain from telling him my suspicions so he doesn’t know we are onto him. The way he’s been treating me lately is reason enough.
“No. This is coming from me, and my decision has been made.” I cross my arms, not just to show him I’m serious but to hold onto the fire burning within me.
“Fine,” Trevor snaps, the cords in his neck standing out. “You want to throw away years of hard work? Go ahead! See if I care when this whole thing comes crashing down.”
I stay silent, but he isn’t done.
“, you’re just an omega,” he hisses, his voice laced with venom that tries to seep into my skin. “You think you can lead this band without guidance? You’re delusional.”
“Omega doesn’t mean weak, Trevor,” I shoot back, my voice steel. “I’m strong.”
There’s silence between us for a second—just the electric charge of a storm about to break. Then Trevor laughs, cold and hollow. “Strong? Is that what you call sleeping with every alpha in sight?”
My alphas growl behind me.
I flinch, but only for a split second. “That’s low, even for you. My relationships have nothing to do with this. The door is that way,” I say, pointing firmly toward the exit. “Use it.”
“, this isn’t over,” he spits out, a last desperate attempt to claw at my resolve.
“Actually, it is.” My expression never falters, locking onto his with an intensity that says I’m not just some pushover omega.
He steps toward me aggressively, and it’s the last straw for my alphas.
“Back off, Trevor,” Jack’s voice slices through the static, light-heartedness gone, replaced by an edge sharp enough to cut steel. He steps forward, his tall frame casting a protective shade over me.
Dax moves without a word, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. His hazel eyes are hard as he stands shoulder to shoulder with Jack, forming an impenetrable wall between Trevor and me.
“This is all your fault, you disgusting alphas!” Trevor shouts, drawing the attention of the crew around us.
“Enough,” Aiden adds quietly, but there’s a steely undertone.
Chase doesn’t speak at all; he doesn’t have to. His body language screams louder than any words could, his lean form cutting through the air with precision as he stations himself beside the others, his green eyes smoldering with a fire that matches mine.
They stand united, a fortress of alpha energy and fierce protectiveness. I’m tucked safely behind them, my heart hammering a wild beat.
“We don’t want you here,” Jack says, his voice a dangerous purr. “Time for you to exit.”
Trevor bristles, but the sight of four determined alphas seems to douse the flames of his anger—or at least forces him to conceal it beneath a veneer of calm.
“Fine. This isn’t worth my time,” Trevor grunts, his glare lingering on me.
The alphas give Trevor enough room to pass while still crowding his space, their bodies speaking volumes about where their loyalties lie. As he brushes past them, his exit is anything but graceful.
He starts shouting insults at us to the crew.
“Alright, Trevor. Time to end this,” Jack’s voice rumbles, a hint of authority lacing his words as he steps toward him.
“Wait just a damn minute—” Trevor starts, but Dax’s firm hand on his arm cuts him off.
“Easy there,” Dax says, his tone low and even, commanding in its own right. “We’re done here.”
“Unbelievable! You’ll regret this, ! All of you will!” Trevor spits out, his words sharp as knives, but they’re deflected effortlessly by the unshakable composure of my alphas.
Their movements are calm and deliberate as they guide Trevor away from me. Their solidarity is like a wall of muscle and intent, unwavering and protective. It’s enough to make my heart skip a beat—not out of fear but out of an appreciation so deep it’s almost overwhelming.
“Your career is over without me. You hear me? Over!” Trevor’s attempt at intimidation now borders on desperation.
“Thanks for the concern, but we’ll take our chances,” Jack shoots back, his confidence infectious.
“Walk,” Aiden commands simply, his hand firm on Trevor’s shoulder, propelling him towards the door. The message is clear: time to leave.
I watch, oddly detached now, as they lead Trevor towards the exit. His words are like distant echoes, failing to reach me.
“Someone’s got to teach her a lesson…” Trevor grumbles, still fighting against the inevitable.
All four of them growl, picking him up by his arms and leaving out the door. I follow behind.
“Threaten again, and we won’t be able to stop ourselves from hurting you,” Jack warns.
They throw him out of the venue, and one of the members of the Phoenix Pack ensures he can’t come back in.
I let out a breath, watching Trevor’s retreating back until he disappears altogether. The tension melts away in his absence, replaced by a warm sense of security that only my alphas can provide. They turn back to me, their expressions softening.
“You did amazing, baby girl,” Jack says with a wry smile, breaking the silence.
Who knew firing someone could taste so bittersweet? Trevor changed, but once upon a time, he was a valued member of my team. I trusted him. His guidance seemed invaluable at one time, but that time is long gone.
“He’s gone, sunshine,” Aiden assures me, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stale air. He turns to face me, his eyes softening. “You okay, ?”
“Better than okay.” I flash him a grin, trying to shake off the sadness like it’s just another pesky stage prop that won’t stay in place. “Good riddance.”
“Let’s focus on what matters now,” Chase says, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. His touch sparks a jolt of electricity that races up my spine. “We have a tour to save somehow.”
“And we get to make the calls,” I quip, leaning into his embrace, my mood lifting as the reality of our situation sets in—we’re free.
“Exactly.” Jack grins, pulling us all into a group hug that feels more like a victory huddle. “And we will get the proof to put Trevor behind bars, May too.”
I take a deep breath, the tension from the confrontation with Trevor slowly ebbing away as I’m enveloped in the heat of my alphas. Aiden rubs gentle circles on my back, grounding me with his soothing presence. Dax’s firm hand rests on my shoulder, a silent promise of protection and support.
Their comfort is palpable, their scents mingling around me—a cocktail of safety and belonging.
Our gazes lock, each pair of eyes reflecting the same burning ambition and unyielding dedication.