Chapter 39

Iwake up with a grin on my face. My first ever heat was a success. I still don't know how I was able to even have one. I know I've been taking my suppressants like clock work. But my doctor did say the longer I used them, the less effective they would be. Omegas were designed to have heats, and long term suppressants were not the answer, as they could lead me to have some serious problems in my future.

The only reason I was even on them was because I wasn't ready to have a heat.

Now that it's no longer an issue, I don't see any reason why I'd need to be on them after this. Although, they also did work as birth control, so I'll have to see about maybe going on regular birth control.

The idea has a wave of disappointment washing over me. I don't want to go back on birth control. If I'm with my guys and everything is good, why bother? They seemed just as excited about having little ones as I am.

That makes me smile even harder as I roll over and shove my face into the pillow. My body aches in the most delicious of ways. My belly heats as I remember all the down right dirty things we've done over the past few days.

A lot of it I don't remember, too lost in the haze of my heat. All I really remember is being very needy, very horny, and there were never enough cocks.

But the guys were troopers and were so good with me. My heart clenches. How lucky am I? I have the best alphas anyone could ask for.

My heat is over now, it broke last night after we rode poor Zane into the ground.

Zane and Griffin were putting in double time because I guess my heat made Everett almost as needy as I was. His sex addiction hasn't been as bad as he said it used to be. I mean, we're always having sex; it"s like we can't keep our hands off each other, and I love it. But he said it's different.

He's not as stressed and doesn't need it to cope with his issues like the others did with drugs and drinking, things that the guys have been amazing at keeping out of their systems. I don"t think Zane has touched a drop since the night he got plastered after he found out about Calvin knowing me from before.

My belly rumbles in need of something to eat, and I groan as I stand. I wrap the sheet around my body while noting how sore my legs are.

Not so happy voices meet my ears as I drift down the hall of the beach house we've rented. "This is fucking bullshit!" Zane snarls, the anger in his voice causing a spike of panic to spear my chest.

I'm about to step around the corner and see what"s going on when I hear an announcer of some sort. "Rock stars of the band Tattered Souls, Zane, Griffin, and Everett were caught doing something very naughty." A woman chuckles. Peaking into the living room, I see the TV is on. They're watching the sleazy news channel ruled by this beta named Chelsea, who is more of a gossip than anything else. Yet, she's still insanely popular because people love drama.

"Of all the sex tapes to be leaked, I think this one is by far my favorite," she goes on with a smile.

Sex tape? My stomach drops. What sex tape? What the fuck is going on?!

"Haven't seen it? Well, now you will. Sorry in advance, but I had to blur out all the goodies so I can share it." She laughs, and then I feel a wave of nausea hit me as I see a video pop up. This sex tape isn't one of the guys and another woman. No, it's one of them with me.

From the way that my arms are tied up, it's when we had sex in the recording studio.

"I thought you only recorded her vocals!" Everett snaps, getting into Zane's face.

"I did!" he shouts back. "Look at the fucking angle! It had to be from a security camera or some shit!"

"Why the fuck do they have cameras in the recording studio?" Griffin adds in.

"I don't fucking know!" Zane growls. "They don't in the ones we've fucking worked in before. Maybe France is different, I don't fucking know."

"Or, maybe someone put it there," Everett suggests.

"Fuck," Zane screams, running a hand through his hair as he paces back and forth.

They continue to argue, but my attention is stuck on the TV behind them. The video plays, and I feel like I'm going to puke. It's showing everything. The sounds of my moans and cries, how Griffin came all over me. Nothing is being spared. And then it hits me; they've just been outed to the whole world about their relationship with each other.

Tears fill my eyes as Chelsea continues her broadcast. "Not only was the tape a surprise, but these three sexy men are together? Naughty, naughty. And so damn hot. What does this mean? Is it just sexual or are they together? Is their omega just a dirty little freak who likes to watch them get it on or is it true love." She bats her lashes at the camera, and I want to fucking wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze.

She goes on, reading what the world is saying about us. While they were helping me through my heat, their career was going down in flames. She mentions things about fans losing their minds, calling me a whore, calling the guys nasty names, and it makes my heart hurt.

"And, did you know their sweet little omega is actually a prostitute? That"s right everyone, Jade Love was an omega at a high-end club in Las Vegas. She met her alpha, Calvin, there. He was her client. Does that mean the guys were as well? Or was big brother, Calvin, not enough and she wanted more, so she sunk her claws into his little brother and his whole band. Gold-digger, that"s what she is."

My hand flies to my mouth, smothering a sob. And it only gets worse, a very enraged Calvin steps inside through the dining room sliding doors.

"This isn't good," he says, giving them all a dark look.

"You think!" Zane roars. "I'm going to fucking kill whoever took that video."

"How bad is it?" Everett asks, running a hand through his inky strands.

Calvin let's out a deep pained sigh. "People are refusing to attend the rest of the tour. Not only are fans demanding refunds, venues are pulling out. Not to mention that our father is losing his shit too, threatening to drop the band from the label."

"He can't do that!" Griffin shouts.

"No, he can't because I signed you guys on, not him. But he's still going to do whatever he can to cause a fuss. And the only way to shut him up would be money. A lot of money. More than we have."

My body feels numb, my heart shattered into pieces. This is all my fault. They're about to lose everything because of me.

Turning around, I run down the hall. Closing the bedroom door, I drop to my knees, covering my mouth as I try to muffle some of my sobs.

My emotions and hormones are still running high, and I'm not thinking straight. The only thing I want to do is run, to go back to Vegas and hide. I don't care that the world saw me having sex, I care that the world hates the people in the video with me.

Getting to my feet, I stumble my way over to my bag and mindlessly start shoving things into it as tears spill down my face.

"Jade?"

Whipping around, I find Calvin standing there, his face a mask of worry and panic. "Jade, what do you think you"re doing?"

I blink at him, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. "I–I... I can't stay here, Calvin," I sob. "This is all my fault."

"No it is not," he counters firmly as he strides across the room. He cups my face, forcing me to look at him. "This is not your fault. None of this is."

"They're going to lose everything," I cry. "I heard what was said out there. If I didn't come back into their lives, none of this would have happened."

"Don't talk like that," he growls. "You"re the best thing that ever happened to any of us. You"re our omega."

"I know," I whimper. "I know. I love them so much, Calvin, it hurts. But this is a lot. It's been nothing but a rollercoaster since they've found me. And while I don't care what happens to me, I do care about what happens to them. They don't deserve to lose everything."

"They're not going to. This isn't the first time a scandal like this has come out in Hollywood and it won't be the last."

I shake my head. I can't help but feel like I'm the cause of it all, and they would be better off without me. On the other hand, I can't lose them. I don't want to let them go.

"I want to go home," I whisper. "I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to be in the public eye. I don't want everything we do to be watched and judged. I miss my quiet life, and while I could handle what was thrown at me for the most part, going public was the worst idea for all of us. I was already getting death threats, Calvin. And after this? What are they going to do now? If they didn't want me out of the picture before, they sure as hell will now."

I grab his phone from his pocket and pull up the sites where I saw the threats before. My eyes slowly scan the new posts and real fear fills me. "Look, I was right," I whisper as I hand back the phone to him.

He takes it and reads before letting out a frustrated, pissed off string of curses. It's pages and pages of people wanting me dead, telling me to kill myself, that I turned the guys gay or that I'm a whore, that I'm just a gold-digger. One post even states that they're going to find me here in Greece and take care of the issue, meaning me, themselves.

"You can't stay here," he agrees, looking up from his phone with a stricken look on his handsome face. "As much as it kills me, you"re not safe."

"I don't want to leave you. I don't want to leave them," I cry, tears spilling down my face as my body starts to shake.

"Shhh." He pulls me into his arms, wrapping them around me tightly. "Shhh. I got you, Darling. Everything is going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"How?" I ask with a sniffle. "I'm not safe here. And I'm only going to cause more damage."

"I need you to understand something right now," he starts, pulling back enough to grip my chin and look me in my eyes. "We will never let you go. We will follow you to the ends of the earth, so if you"re thinking about running, that taking yourself out of the equation will be the answer, think again. We will not let you run. We will not let you take the blame. Do you understand me?" he asks in a firm growl.

Too much of a mess to speak, I just nod my head.

"But... There is a big mess we need to clean up if we're going to save their career. We won't be able to do that while being worried about you. So, this is what I'm going to propose. You would be safe back at High Roller, right?" I nod my head. "We are not letting you go, Jade," he says firmly. "But I think going back to High Roller until this is straightened out might be the best thing. As much as it kills me, I just want you safe."

"They're not going to let me go."

"They're not here right now," he tells me. "They're meeting with the PR manager. I was told to stay here and keep you safe. They're going to fucking kill me."

"Why?" I ask, brows furrowing.

"Because I'm about to sneak your ass to the airport and get you back to the US."

My eyebrows rise and my heart beats so fast I feel like I'm going to pass out. How could everything go from perfect to hell in the blink of an eye.

An hour later, I'm at the airport, ready to board the plane. I'm crying so hard, I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"I love you," I sob. "This isn't over. Please, come back for me."

"We will," he promises, kissing me hard. "Nothing will keep us from coming for you. Knowing Zane, I don't think it will be all that long, either. We will find out who posted that video, and we are working on getting it taken down. We will fix this. I promise. This isn't the end of the guys' career. Have faith, my Darling."

We kiss like we're never going to see each other again and a part of me dies as I board the plane. Calvin hired some personal security to not only get me back to the US safely, but to watch over me while I'm at the High Roller. Calvin called ahead to tell Travis I'm on my way back, and he said my room is waiting for me.

I want to be excited to see the girls again, but it's impossible when I'm leaving my heart behind.