Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(48)

Rio grabbed his arm before he could do any more damage. “Stop.”

“What the fuck happened?” I glanced at my phone to find a voicemail and voice message from Kayla. “Fuck. There wasn’t any reception in the stadium, and I didn’t even realize!”

“She’s in heat. We need to go.” Rylan was already out of his uniform and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “I’ll call and see if we can get on a flight in the next hour.”

I toed off the cleats and brought my phone to my ear to listen to the voicemail she’d sent hours ago. “Hey. I uh... Can you come home? It’s um... fuck. It’s hitting me hard, and I just need... please.”

The pain in her voice fucking broke me.

I quickly changed out of my uniform, my mind on one thing and one thing only: getting to Kayla.

“She’s not answering her phone.” Rio had his bag already slung over his shoulder. “Our driver is waiting for us outside the athlete exit and we’ll stop by the hotel to grab our stuff and check out before going to the airport.”

“There’s no time for that.” Kane still didn’t have a shirt or shoes on but was heading for the door.

Rylan put himself between Kane and the door, his ear plastered to his phone. “Well, when can you fucking get us a plane or a helicopter? Approval? Do you know who we fucking are?”

We were losing our minds and I needed to take charge before one of us did something really stupid.

I tugged on my shirt and then grabbed the phone from Rylan. “This is Beckett Thomas. We need something approved for an emergency. What can you do for us? Are there commercial flights available? We are going to Burbank or LAX.”

Buying our own damn private plane was now moving to the top of my priority list.

“They are booked solid. The best I can do is three hours from now. That’s when we’ll have a plane available and can get it here.” The man on the phone sounded like he would rather be talking to anyone else other than pissed off alphas. “Will that be good for you?”

“It’ll have to be.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to think of any other way we could get to Kayla faster.

“I recommend getting here as soon as possible in case we’re able to accommodate you. There’s just four of you?”

“Yes. We’ll be there soon. Thank you.” I hung up and shoved the phone into Rylan’s chest. “Calm down. We all just need to calm down. Put on your clothes and shoes. We’ll swing by the hotel on the way, and then hopefully something will be available sooner.”

I didn’t bark, but my voice was sure and firm, which was what this pack needed if we wanted to make it to Kayla in one piece. The last thing we needed was for one of us to lose it and end up on a no-fly list or worse, arrested.

We finished changing as fast as possible and headed out the athlete’s entrance. Since we were supposed to be in a press conference about our win, no one was waiting to snap pictures or ask us questions, so we made it into the SUV with no fanfare.

Our stop at the hotel was quick, just long enough to throw our shit in our bags and check out before we were back in the car and on the way to the airport.

We all kept calling Kayla, but she didn’t answer. I didn’t think I could wait, at best, two or three hours to make sure she was okay.

“We need to get cameras installed in the house as soon as her heat is over. Let’s call Michelle and see if she’ll go over and check on her.” Rio was scrolling through his phone as if the answers to all our problems were inside it.

Michelle was our publicist, but even so, I didn’t trust anyone to go into our house when our omega was in heat. “No. What good will that do?”

“What if she’s hurt?” Kane had been dead silent since the locker room.

“Then what? They cart her off to the hospital where we can’t protect her? She’s probably sleeping or left her phone somewhere.” I was sure of one thing, no one was touching our girl but us. “Her heat just started today, or maybe last night. She isn’t going to die.”

I didn’t think.

I blocked out all the emotions coming through the pack bond we shared, unable to handle them any longer along with my own.

The SUV pulled into the parking lot of the private jet terminal of the airport and we piled out, grabbed our bags from the back, and rushed inside. Once we got on a plane, it would take about two hours to get to L.A. and then another twenty or thirty minutes to get to our house if we landed in Burbank.

It was nine o’clock, so the terminal was empty besides us. I marched right up to the counter and waited patiently for the man to look up from his computer, but I only had so much patience. And that patience was two seconds.

“Excuse me. I’m Beckett Thomas.”

The guy finally looked up and glanced over at the rest of my pack, who had moved into the waiting area. “That was fast. I have some good news and some bad news.”

I couldn’t stop the growl from coming out. “What’s the bad news?”

He didn’t seem put off at all by my growl. “The good news is there’s a plane landing in an hour. The bad news is it needs fuel and some minor maintenance before it can take off again, so the best we can do on such short notice is a departure time of eleven-thirty.”

“What about this plane that’s right outside? It looks like they are getting ready to leave. We can pay whatever is necessary.” Rio came to stand next to me at the counter and I was grateful because I was about to bite the guy’s head off.