Page 16 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Hannah’s hands flutter at her side, and she glances around the showroom. The attendants all stare at us, and the two early-morning customers snatch curious glances while pretending to shop.

The designer clears her throat. “Shall we take this conversation somewhere more private?” she asks, indicating the back of the premises.

At the very least, we’ve piqued her curiosity.

I turn and whisper to Agent Pierce, “Not the morning you were expecting, right? Any issues on the way here?”

He waggles his brows. “Our rogue wasn’t keen on the garage, but we’re still in one piece, thank God.”

I grin. Every day with Red is Christmas.

Hannah leads us into a conference room and watches like an eagle as Red tells Zack to sit and then perches on his lap, just about making the big alpha disappear behind her dress.

I sit down across from my gorgeous omega, tearing my gaze away to address Hannah.

The short walk helped me overcome my shock enough to gather my thoughts.

“You might think this is a cheap publicity stunt, but it isn’t.

Zack was rescued from an underground fight ring, and he knows nothing about normal life.

He refuses to be parted from his scent-matched omega—”

“And I refuse to leave him at home in a cage,” Red adds sharply.

I nod in agreement. “We’re in the process of training Zack to come out with us, hence the leash. I didn’t invite Red to visit you because I thought it’d be too much to ask of Zack.” I catch Red’s eye and smile. “But I should’ve had more faith in my client.”

Red leans forward to offer me her hand and I take it, squeezing her fingers in mine.

I turn back to the designer. “I hope you’ll have faith in us too, Hannah. Not only is she a brilliant actress, but Red’s also about to become the face of abused alpha rehabilitation. Her story will spread across the country. Maybe even the globe.”

Hannah taps her right hand against the back of her left as she studies Red. After a moment, she swings back to look at me. “And you’re her alpha, too?”

Heat blazes through my cheeks as I nod. Being recognized as this glorious omega’s alpha in public feels almost as good as Red herself saying it.

Of course, Hannah wants details, and while she’s fascinated by Red’s story of breaking Zack out of Alpha Lodgings, I can tell she’s none too keen on the lawbreaking and prison aspects of the story.

She stares into the distance for a long moment as the conversation dries up, and then she snorts softly. “Some people say even bad press is good news, but I’m not of the same opinion, and neither do I need to be reckless with my brand.”

My heart sinks. It’s true Sorentito’s has more to lose than we do from collaboration.

Celebrities line up for a chance to wear her gowns, and any one of them would put her in the spotlight on a red carpet.

On the flip side, her name will be associated with us if something goes wrong, like Zack getting out of control.

Red stands up, spreading her skirts. “It’s true anyone could represent your clothes,” she says, reading my mind.

She rests her hands on Zack’s shoulders, reassuring him as she moves out of his direct sight.

“But this is about a much bigger story. There must’ve been a point when you were starting out that you took a leap of faith, to get where you are now.

Don’t you miss that thrill? And every brand needs an eco-friendly or humanitarian spin.

” Her expression turns sly. “I promise I’m going places, Hannah.

All three of us are.” She points to Zack and me.

A faint pang of loss runs through me, knowing Callisto should be part of our story, but he opted out. While his silver tongue would have come in handy, it also would be fun having him around to enjoy Red’s shenanigans.

Hannah chuckles as she looks Red up and down.

“No wonder you’re a pack; you’re as bold as Rickon.

” She runs a hand over her hair and groans faintly.

“Fine. I’m a sucker for a pretty face and daring attitude.

” She wags a finger in my omega’s face. “I’ll take a bet on you and your alphas, Red Jones.

But for pity’s sake, do not wear that dress in a taxi again!

” She mutters in disgust as she goes to the door and calls for one of her staff.

“Let’s find you something else to wear.”

Red flashes me a triumphant grin, her cheeks rounding with the wideness of her smile. “That sounds wonderful.”

I clench my fists together on the table, silently celebrating. Zack twitches and cranes to look up at Red, no doubt experiencing her joy washing through him. Damn, I’m so jealous of their connection.

I open the door, watching as Red lifts her skirt to get around the table and chairs. The move reveals scuffed tennis shoes under the gauzy layers, and I stifle a laugh.

She catches my snicker and rolls her eyes. “Not really sure how to walk in heels with all this skirt.”

As she passes me, I pull her close and kiss her cheek, whispering, “One step at a time.”

“Ha-ha,” she replies, mocking my joke, but her sensual mouth turns up with genuine warmth.

As I offer her my lips, Zack snaps to full alert, his vicious growl sending a shiver down my spine.

He spins and lunges past us, gaze locked on something through the store’s front doors.

Time seems to slow as I lurch desperately forward to grab him but miss.

The leash drags off Red’s wrist as the alpha jerks away.

Red hisses with pain. Then her eyes fly wide with alarm. “Stop, Zack!” she yells.

“Grab him!” I cry, trusting our OCB escort more than Zack’s training.

But Zack’s faster than I could imagine, and like a beam of light, he shoots out through the front door, roaring an animalistic challenge.

I turn and give chase.