Page 35 of Stream Heat (Omega Stream #1)

this is so fucked up. Leaking medical docs?! Stella’s a psycho. Going live in 20 to throw support your way. DM if you want to coordinate

First good thing I’d seen since this hell started. I held it out to Reid, hands still shaking.

"Told you," he murmured. "You’re not alone in this."

Ash called out, "Heads up."

We all crowded around his screens. Stella’s new post: a livestream, already scheduled, title screaming at the top of the page. RESPONDING TO BACKLASH: Why Quinn's Fans Need to Hear the Truth.

Of course. She was going to double down.

Malik, cool as ever, said, "If she pushes too far, she’ll look unhinged. All you have to do is stay calm. Let her hang herself."

"We need to watch. Know what narrative she’s going to run with,” Jace added.

I nodded. My stomach dropped, but I nodded.

Ash patched in. Stella appeared, every hair in place, Alpha to the bone. Her tone was measured, regretful, and every word was a knife.

"I know some people think I went too far by sharing Quinn’s records," she started. That faux sorrow. "But my conscience wouldn’t let me stay silent while someone who built their career on lies and illegal substances continued to profit from deception."

The chat was a rolling tide, none of it good.

"This isn't about designation discrimination," she said, like that meant anything. "I'm a proud female Alpha. I’ve faced all of that prejudice myself. This is about integrity. About honesty. About what it means if we celebrate someone who used military-grade chemicals to further their career."

"She’s painting herself as the hero," Malik noted. "She’s not even hiding it."

Ash watched the numbers tick up. "Sentiment is drifting her way. Fast."

On screen, Stella went for the kill. "What Quinn doesn't want you to know is that Nexus Management has been experimenting on young streamers for years. Dangerous chemicals. Suppressants, hormones, all to make them more ‘marketable.’ I know because it happened to me, too."

I cut in before anyone could ask. "She’s not wrong. Victoria did it to her, but with Alpha suppressants. Less aggression, more ‘appealing’ to corporate."

Jace, quietly mused, "So she’s mixing fact with propaganda. Makes her harder to discredit."

Stella’s tone went to eleven, full victim-turned-whistleblower. "I left that system. I chose health over success. But Quinn made different choices. Choices with consequences."

It was perfect. Clinical, cold, but every word designed to get people foaming at the mouth.

"Turn it off," I said, shutting my eyes. "I get it."

Ash muted her, but kept the stream in the corner. "She’s good. She’s going to get what she wants, for a while."

Reid, steady as a rock, replied, "So we’ll be better. More honest. More raw."

I stared at these five Alphas. They were all-in, teeth bared for me. Hours ago, I’d wondered if they even meant it. Now, I could feel the bond humming, fierce and protective.

"I’m scared," I said, finally. After all that, it was easy. "If I go public, really public, about Victoria, about Nexus, I could get sued. NDAs. All of it."

Reid didn’t even blink. "She’ll have to come through every one of us."

Malik, nodded. "Lawyers are ready. Whistleblower protections, too, if we play it smart."

Theo flashed a wild little grin. "And you’ve got twenty million followers across all channels. It’s not a fair fight. Not if we do this the right way."

It was weird, but I felt something like hope. "Okay. We fight back. We empty the clip."

Theo let out a cheer, which Reid promptly ignored.

For the next hour, the room turned electric.

Jace drafted posts, clear and sharp, with just enough edge.

Malik prepped a clinical video about the realities of suppressants and what they did to people.

Theo memed and shitposted every abusive thread he could find, flipping the narrative where possible.

Ash ran a technical analysis explaining why suppressants made you worse, not better.

And Reid managed it all, keeping all of us one step ahead.

My own first draft sat on the screen, blinking, daring me to hit send.

Yes, those are my medical records. Yes, I've been taking illegal suppressants for eight years. Yes, I built my career on presenting as Beta when I'm actually Omega. I won't deny any of it.

What the leaked documents don't show is WHY.

They don't show the sixteen-year-old girl told her designation made her unmarketable as a serious competitor.

They don't show the contracts that made success contingent on "designation management.

" They don't show the tournaments where Omegas were openly mocked and dismissed regardless of skill.

I made choices I'm not proud of. Choices that have damaged my health permanently. But I won't apologize for fighting to be seen as more than my designation in an industry that refused to let me exist otherwise.

The suppressants didn't enhance my performance, they actually hindered it. Ask any medical professional. I won those tournaments despite the chemicals in my system, not because of them.

I'm not asking for sympathy or forgiveness. I'm just asking for the full truth to be heard, not just the parts that make for better clickbait.

I looked to Reid. "Is it enough?"

He met my eyes, unblinking. "If you don’t let yourself get boxed into Stella’s terms, yeah. It’s more than enough. She wants this to be about your failures. We make it about the system."

He was right. My story was just one ugly example. There would be others, probably hundreds of them. If I could withstand the fallout, maybe I could do more than just save myself.

I deleted the draft. Started over.

This isn’t just my story. It’s about Nexus Management, and the suppressants pipeline. About Victoria Smith, and her methods. About an industry that uses kids, chews them up, and spits out the ones who don’t fit the label.

I’d waited my whole life to be honest.

Jace warned me, "Victoria will come at you with everything she has."

I shook my head. "Let her."

The next ping was a DM, straight from Callie Cross, plus three other top Omega streamers, all jammed into a new group chat: Operation Designation Liberation.

We’re with you, Quinn. All of us. Ready when you are to coordinate the biggest designation discrimination expose this industry has ever seen. They wanted to make an example of you? Let’s show them what happens when Omegas fight back TOGETHER.

I showed the pack. I don’t know what I expected, but I got wall-to-wall support: teeth, claws, and strategic brains sharp as razors.

Reid was almost gentle when he said, "See? Never alone. Not really."

For the first time since the notifications started, I let myself believe it. Maybe not just for me. For everyone who’d ever been told to hide, or shrink, or lie their way into relevance.

Stella wanted to break me with my own truth? She didn’t realize she’d just set me free.

The cursor blinked. So did I, and started typing. This wasn’t going to be a defense. It was going to be a revolution. If they wanted a dramatic example, I’d give them one.

The pack, rock solid around me, kept me grounded. Five Alphas, one ruined, rebuilt Omega, and a whole crowd of people waiting for someone to go first.

This time, it was me.