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

Brian’s mistake had at least worked out in the end.

“Will you stop checking your damn phone? We have an interview in five minutes in the media room. I need you to be focused.” Brian was walking next to me as we went through the tunnel toward our private locker room.

“We? You don’t have an interview.” I went back to looking at my phone because… fuck him.

Brian let out a huff like he was trying to blow something down. “There’s no reception out here anyway.”

As soon as the words left his mouth and we stepped into the locker room where Rio, Kane, and Rylan already were, my phone pinged with notifications. I didn’t need to listen to know they weren’t good.

The growls, anxiety, and anger coming from my three packmates all at once told me all I needed to know.

“Out.” I turned to Brian and put my hand in the center of his chest, pushing him back toward the door.

“What? We need to quickly debrief before you go to your interview.” Brian ducked out from under my arm.

“Cancel it. Now, get out.” I rarely used my alpha bark during business, but Brian was long overdue to be barked at.

Brian paled, and he backed toward the door. “Beckett, what the fu-”

“Get out or I will punch you in the goddamn face!” My bark growl combo did the trick, and he ran out with his tail between his legs.

The loud bang of a fist hitting metal rang out in the locker room, and I spun around, finding Kane punching the shit out of the siding on his locker. “This is all my fucking fault!”

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.