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Her son’s sanity is only worth a quarter of a million when both Macon and Savin are worth billions? I snicker and then slap a hand over my mouth. My response is ridiculous but the random fact that a human’s body on the black market is worth the same throws me into a fit of laughter. I’m sure the driver thinks I’m crazy as he pulls up beside my apartment but the giggles are keeping the anxiety and panic away.
As I dash up the stairs to find comfort in my sister, no words have to be shared as she opens her arms for me to fall into. The laughter turns into gasps and then I pull away, fists curling at my side, the envelope crinkling in my hand.
“Tell me that I don’t need to kill your mates. At least tell me that,” Carleen growls out as she folds her arms across his chest, face hardened from the news swirling around regarding my scandalous kiss. “Ellie, so help me-”
“No. They’re wonderful but I’m going to kill Macon’s mother.” I slap the envelope against my sister’s chest and march to my room, needing to cool down before I speak to my Alpha about this. If I don’t take a long shower before saying something, I might very well burn a few bridges. Macon says that his mother is no longer allowed in his life but I’m hoping he’s ready to do more than publicly disown her.
Chapter thirty-five
MACON
Savin safely tucked in his nest, the room the temperature of an igloo, I can finally take a breath to think through what just happened. The afternoon was a mess as Savin’s health continued to decline. The worst part is that his unpredictable pheromones began to fluctuate which is usually an indicator that he’s about to suffer through another heat flare.
I hope I’m wrong because fuck, we can’t handle any more complications right now.
“Ellie,” Savin whispers again, clutching his stomach as he rolls onto his back. Tears gather in my eyes as I see him in pain. I know he isn’t asking for Ellie but rather asking for me to check on her. After all, one of the things she asked was to stay out of the spotlight.
Ellie hasn’t answered any of my messages and I can’t help thinking that maybe today was too much for her. Savin told me to give her time, that she’s busy and pregnant, and her entire life has been upended. Still, I worry that maybe this put her over the edge. Savin trusts that she just needs to digest but he still wants to hear from her.
I have an inkling but I swear to the goddess if my mother is involved, I’m going to blow a gasket. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the scandalous pictures spread across the internet and how the photographer managed to twist them so spectacularly. One second earlier, I would have been in the same frame but now Savin has been labeled as a cheater and Ellie a homewrecker.
“I’ll make sure she’s alright, baby. Get some rest.” I whisper before kissing his clammy forehead. A shiver runs down my spine but I ignore it as I pull out my phone and send Ellie yet another message.
Hey, give me a call when you get a chance. A little worried about you.
If the multiple messages and calls make me seem desperate, I don’t care at this point. Something is wrong and it is taking all of my self-control not to drive to Euphoria or Ellie’s house. Needing a distraction, I opt for a shower. Hopefully, by then Ellie will have responded to at least let me know she’s okay.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m stepping out of the guest bedroom bathroom and I slip on a pair of sweatpants, resigned to finish some paperwork for my newest project. My phone buzzes and I hurriedly swipe it off the dresser, disappointed to see several missed messages from Jace and then a call from Phil’s manager. Jace can wait so I call Phil's manager back.
“Yeah?”
“We have a problem.”
“Like a problem that can be fixed tomorrow when we’re supposed to meet?” My clipped tone isn’t on purpose but I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment.
The man chuckles. “I wish. It seems that Lily is pushing back against a few of the scenes. We’ve been trying to run through some lines and she’s not having it. Heads up that the executive producer is gonna throw together an impromptu meeting.”
“Seriously?”
“You wrote the script. You have the final say but I’m sure someone is going to try and persuade you otherwise.” The man hangs up and my phone rings again a second later. I don’t need these complications right now but I’m also not leaving Savin.
“Heyyy,” Felix, the executive producer, drawls. We go back years so he already knows that someone has ‘warned’ me about his call. No doubt Felix has been trying to reason with the actors for several hours before he’s reached out to me. “How soon can you meet?”
“We can’t just do a conference call?”
“Not with Lily on board.”
“My house. Thirty minutes. If anyone disrespects my house, meeting is over.” Savin can’t go anywhere and my nerves are already on edge, not to mention stepping outside with this stupid scandal running around isn’t the best. Knowing that everyone will be privy to the information, so long as they don’t bring it up or speculate, Felix can have his meeting here. “I’ll give you an hour to figure this shit out.”
I send Jace just one message, letting him know to calm the fuck down so we can sort out our problems. It’ll keep him quiet for a little bit but we are going to have to make yet another statement about our private lives.
Lily and Phil are seated on the couch across from me, Felix and I staring at them, wondering why they can’t just get along. I could have sworn that there was something between them at Ellie’s first event but it seems I was wrong. Their managers are sitting on either side of them and an Omega I don’t recognize pointing out different parts of the script to show where Lily has issues.
Apparently, the only issues Lily has are the absence of kissing scenes between herself and Phil or literally any other cast member. She signed on for the romance but obviously didn’t read the script. Phil and Lily are the main stars of the show but Phil’s love interest is Van, the second lead. The description that her manager should have pitched was a gay action romance. I’m not sure where the ball dropped but it wasn’t with me. There will be no kisses added in her scenes.
As Felix moves to argue with Lily’s manager, my attention is snagged by the Omega in my living room. An Omega that serves no other purpose than to hold the script. I assume that the Omega is Felix’s new assistant but Felix has never used one before so I’m not sure why he has one now, especially this bright-eyed, bushy-tailed version of a kid who can’t be older than 21 or 22. As the discussion shifts between Lily, Phil, and their managers, I drag Felix into the kitchen for a private conversation.
“Explain the Omega.”