Page 30 of No Strings Attached (Omega’s Preference #4)

Elias

The office falls silent, the echo of the slamming door fading after Tristan and Warren stormed out, Reggie following behind them.

My heart’s still pounding in my chest, my good hand trembling from the punch I landed on Tristan’s face.

I slump onto the couch as Olivia steps closer, her blouse creasing as she perches on the armrest. “I’m impressed,” she purrs, a sultry edge to her tone, “and really turned on right now.”

My cheeks heat as I meet her gaze. “I’d do something about it but I’m sore.”

Jamie scoots closer on the couch, his hazel eyes crinkling with laughter. “What is this idea you have? Because, both of them are going to try and spin this meeting.”

“I’ve been neglecting the one avenue I do have in all this,” I say, my voice steady despite the nerves. “My fans. Or at least the people who watch my videos. It’s time to make a statement of my own. Before anyone else does any more damage.”

Jamie’s eyes widen, concern flickering. “Are you ready for something like that?” he asks, his hand brushing my knee.

“I have to be. I want to get back to what I love, and I need this not to happen to anyone else.”

Jamie’s smile softens, pride shining through. “I’m proud of you.”

I wrap my good hand gently around the front of his neck, my fingers brushing his skin, and kiss him, his citrus scent flooding my senses.

“I love you,” I say, pulling back. He tenses, his eyes wide, and I smile, my heart full.

“I guess I really do.” I twist to look at Olivia, her gaze soft but intense.

“Maybe it’s way too fucking soon,” I say, “but I love both of you. So damn much.”

They both follow with their own affirmations, kisses in between Jamie chirping I love you over and over again, Olivia laughing when I silence him with another kiss.

Olivia softly pats my arm, bringing me back to the moment.

“As much as I’d love to continue this, someone is going to end up getting fucked and none of us have the energy.

Do you want to practice your speech or…” she says, her voice trailing off, teasing.

I shake my head, my resolve firm. “No,” I say, my voice steady. “I need this to be honest. No practicing, no cuts. No nothing.”

Olivia and Jamie sit on the opposite couch, just behind a professional grade camera set up to a screen, recording my last upload to my account.

Well, my last upload to this account. It feels like saying goodbye to a chapter of my life but a much-needed one.

I already sent a message that I’d be going live in thirty minutes, people already gathering, wondering what I’m going to say.

It’s been a few days since my designation was revealed and more rumors coming out that I’m romantically involved with Tristan, Warren, or both or that some big blowup happened regarding Dane Productions.

It’s terrifying to see how the rumor mill has exploded and if I wait any longer, I’ll have no idea what’s going to happen.

Swallowing carefully, I nod to Jamie to press record so that we can upload later, the little red light indicating that we’re now live.

I manage a small smile and wave at the screen, several little hearts and frustrated comments running down the side.

I ignore those, though, because I’m only here to tell the truth and then say goodbye. As much as it hurts.

Hey guys. I’ve been silent for a while and maybe too long.

I’ve really enjoyed the past several years, adventuring with all of you, having you along, all the kind comments, the worried ones, and even the ones that don’t approve of what brings me joy.

First off, I’d like to address the biggest elephant in the room.

Yes, I’m an Omega. I never intended to hide it but when I never acknowledged it, it was easier.

I didn’t have to play into societal norms. It was always just a fun guessing game, I guess.

I was also ashamed of what I was and what I wanted out of life.

But now that it’s out there, yes I’m an Omega.

And next, since I’m sure everyone is wondering, I have two wonderful Alpha mates—Olivia and Jamie Monroe.

They run Dane Productions and while our meeting was accidental, they are everything I’ve ever needed and more.

I’m happy with them and happy where our future will take us outside of our careers.

Several comments pop up about if I’ll be working with them and if the switch has anything to do with Nander’s new commercial.

I’m not sure where I’ll be going at the moment.

I want to get back to what I love, the simplicity of nature without all the professional cameras.

It won’t be on this account, though. As far as Hart Entertainment, I have decided to split from them and Warren Hart for several reasons.

Had all of this happened differently, it might have been done in a press conference, professionally, shaking hands and saying goodbye.

Unfortunately, we’re way past that. In the last several days, I have experienced assault both on set and off from multiple parties but most specifically Tristan and Warren themselves.

I wasn’t going to say anything, maybe because I thought I wasn’t due forgiveness or that kind of attention but I’m talking about it now.

I found out that this is routine, that this is expected and I can’t imagine how many other people have been hurt as well. I can’t just sit back.

More comments pop up saying that Tristan looked a little rough the other day and everyone’s comments softening to say they had no idea. Other comments start explaining their own experiences with Tristan and Warren and I’m horrified that they experienced something similar.

I’ll be taking some time to myself but I wanted to come on here and thank you all for the support you’ve given me over the years. I’m not sure what I would have done without it.

I think about how to address the current situation that happened an hour ago and decide to just come out with it.

Just before this live, we met with Tristan and Warren to nullify my contract.

Unfortunately, it did not go as smoothly as planned and Warren threatened my Alphas.

Both of them are okay but it did get physical.

I don’t regret my actions but I do apologize that I couldn’t keep my emotions in control.

However, grabbing my Alpha by the neck was uncalled for.

It pains me because while there were a lot of bad moments, I did enjoy working for Tristan at one point.

And he does make excellent videos but this is where that path ends.

I read a few more of the comments, one of them asking me where I’m going from here.

Honestly? I don’t know. There will be another channel at some point and I won’t hide my designation. I’ll just be me, Elias. But… I think maybe it’s time to finally take a step in a slightly different direction. Maybe one with a bond or two. Actually, I think two is perfect.

I look up to see both Jamie and Olivia in shock but smiles spread across their faces, both of them launching themselves into my lap, all giggles and kisses.

I wrap my arms around their waist and pull them closer as I kiss Jamie first and then Olivia, my beautiful Alpha letting out a moan before Jamie rushes back to the camera.

“We’re still on live! How do we turn this off!!”

A sharp laugh tears from my throat, mild panic lingering in my words.

“Just press the off button, Jamie.” He lets out a little growl as he searches for it and then just grabs the plug before pulling it out of the wall.

He holds it up like a trophy as I start laughing again, Olivia burying her head in my chest as giggles peel from her lips.

“I guess that works. Come here so I can kiss you properly, Alpha.”