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“Does that mean you’re ready for bad news?” We grin, because something always goes wrong at these shoots. “The last model cancelled. She’s in the hospital with appendicitis.”

Shit. “We need to send her flowers.”

“Already done.”

My mind whirls, racing through options and solutions. Models we can call as backups, how long it’ll take. None of it looks good. “I’ll cut the last piece, since there isn’t enough time to get another model here before River needs to go.”

I’ll be disappointed, but it won’t be the first time something didn’t make the cut. Won’t be the last, either.

“Nope.” Lacey’s smile gets downright mischievous. “You’re taking the slot.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You’re the closest to the model’s body type, and it really is too late for anything else. I’d do it myself, but it won’t work.”

True. Lacey’s plus size and the model’s closer to midsize like me. In fact, I tried on the set yesterday because they couldn’t come in for the final fitting and I needed to make sure nothing was catching or uncomfortable.

The more I think about it, the more I waver. It really would be a shame if the set didn’t get photographed. “Fuck, fine. I’ll do it.”

“That’s my girl.” Lacey shoves me in the makeup chair, winking in the mirror. “Drink your latte. This is going to be a blast.”

By the time makeup and hair are done, I look nothing like myself. My hair’s twisted and fluffed within an inch of its life, flowers and butterflies twined in the curls. The makeup is a subtle smokey eye and nude, wet lip. Everything’s messy. I look like I just crawled out from between my alphas.

Beneath a sheer robe, I’m modeling a floral lace bra, thong and garter belt, all in shades of blue so similar to the hydrangeas the pack sent that I almost believe it’s fate. The elegant straps at the back and sides are all royal blue and made to comfortably come on and off the body with ease. A front clasp carefully hidden beneath an appliqué mixes style and function. The thong’s straps sit high on my hips, showing an ungodly amount of thigh and the full curve of my stomach and hips.

Lacey snaps a few pictures before messaging them all to my phone. “In case you want to send them to your guys so they’reriled up for tonight. You can thank me after they rail you to the sun and back.”

The photos all have my robe gaping open, giving a peek of lace and skin without showing everything. Any unease I felt about modeling disappears when I see how raw and sexy I look. A year ago, I would’ve been so self-conscious. Scared I looked too out there, too far from theperfect omegamy alphas wanted. Now, I feel more like me than I ever have.

My favorite pic gets sent to the Pack Morgan group chat and it’s barely landed before the chat explodes.

Nate

Hot as fuck, kitten. Can’t wait to see you.

Connor

I’ve never popped a boner in a client meeting before, but here I am.

Dez

Politely requesting you wear that to game night.

Nate

Solid strategy if you do. You’ll win every round.

Connor

I think we’ll be the real winners.

My face heats and my stomach flips with the sweetest littleoh my god they like metumble.

Lacey drops her head onto my shoulder, reading the chat and singsonging, “Someone’s getting laid tonight.”

“Hell yeah, I am.”

She laughs, brushing a kiss to my cheek carefully, so she doesn’t alter the makeup. “Good for you, babe. Now get that ass off the chair. We’ve got work to do.”