Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 9| Love

I hated interviews. I never understood why they were necessary. It was just fanfare at this point. Interviewers always found a way to ask personal questions that had little to do with the films or television shows I appeared in. I'd rather sit in front of actual fans and answer their questions.

"So...tell me. Are we going to be seeing your character have any more love interest in this new season," the talk show host asked. Her beady brown eyes glared at me with every intention of making me look suspicious. I heard some interested 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the audience, forcing me to smile. I tried to appear as normal as possible, but it was hard to smile when all I wanted to do was be at my apartment comforting Drake. To much was happening and I could feel every bit of it. Every bit of him. He was alone and afraid. At least that's how he felt inside. I could feel how much he needed me and I hated myself for leaving him for more than a few hours. Thankfully, my parents had the decency to keep him company in my absence.

"Now you know I can't answer that. You'll just have to wait and see," I answered confidently. I knew full well that my character would end up with Olivia's character. The amount of times I had to kiss her for the camera was well beyond what I ever imagined. I thought a few shots here and there would be enough, but apparently they needed different angles.

"Okay then, what about the real you? Is Maxwell courting anybody at the moment?" The talk show host asked. The snarky little grin on her face made me feel wildly uncomfortable. I wasn't ready to expose Drake to the world yet. I knew what kind of attention came with being courted by someone who was famous. Adding that on top of his father showing up was to much for him.

"What does that have to do with the show?" I questioned while sitting up in my seat. When the host leaned back in her chair, I instantly regretted ever asking her this. I had fallen right into her trap. All of this was for publicity and speculation. The paparazzi was already on high alert because my name was in high demand for many projects. Now I had to deal with them stalking me 24/7 because of a rumor that was very much true.

"Well, your fans just want to know. You don't talk much about your private life and many think that's sense you've gotten really friendly with Olivia over the last few months that you two are dating, or maybe you more interested in someone like Jacob. He's a single omega isn't he?"

I looked at the host, knowing she was just trying to get me to say more. It's how all of them worked. I was starting to think there wasn't an honest bone with good intentions in Hollywood. "They're both amazing people that I love to work with, but they're just friends and only friends. I respect both of them so much for being single omegas who work in such a one sided industry and only wish for them to find someone who will love them for who they are," I cleared up. My fans had all the reason not to believe me. If I so much as smiled at anyone who wasn't an Alpha they'd assume I was with them. Why couldn't I just have my privacy for the time being.

The hostess sat back in her chair and looked directly into one of the big production camera with a wide grin. "Your such a respectful young alpha. There's no way you don't have an omega at home waiting on you at this very moment. I can just feel it in my gut that your hiding them. You just want to keep them a secret," she speculated. I glared at her, feeling as though she were jumping to wild conclusions. I didn't want to hide Drake. I just wanted things to be right when I did let the world know that I had marked someone.

"Whether there is or isn't, don't you think it's my decision to expose that kind of very private information. There's a reason why I don't talk about my personal life. People can be very opinionated and obsessive and I personally don't feel comfortable exposing a supposed lover to that," I explained. From the look on the hostess face I knew this was going to turn into a week long talking segment of who I was with. I had no control over the narrative. All I could really do was be honest.

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I rushed back to my apartment, worried sick that I was out for to long. Being separated from Drake felt like hell now that I had marked him. The amount of regret I had was even more concerning. Part of me felt like I had forced him into being marked, simply because I was selfish. I had always been a selfish boy who wanted complete control over everything in my life. It left me questioning whether Drake really wanted me. What could he possibly see other than a famous Alpha. I was nothing without my fame.

The moment I walked in I heard his sweet laughter filling the room while my Opa proceeded to show him my baby pictures. Drake's face was redder than a spanked bottom which in turn forced me push those negative thoughts about myself out of my head. When the omega snorted and almost fell out of his chair from laughing so hard, I broke into a light chuckle. I found him insanely adorable when he was this happy, laughing uncontrollably. The amount of joy he exuded made my heart flutter.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe your Apa let you dress up like that! Your so pretty in a dress!" Drake snickered, finally gaining a little control of himself. I rolled my eyes remembering how I had begged my parents to let me be tinker bell for Halloween when I was younger. A million photos later and here we are.

"Max, if I didn't know any better, I would've that you were a girl," Drake added, breaking back out into another fit of giggles.

"I refused to let my Apa cut my hair. I thought if I let it grow long enough I could play a kid version of Tarzan," I said, explaining my very valid reasoning. Even as a kid I wanted to be in front of a the big screen.

"Well you'd make a very pretty Tarzan," Drake chuckled as he walked up to me. I stared into the omega's eyes feeling the overwhelming need to kiss him. A small pink blush appeared over his cheeks as his eyes fell to the floor.

"I...ummm...I wanted to thank you. Yesterday was..."

"You don't have to explain yourself. What happened wasn't right. You should be allowed to be with who ever you want. I just feel like I took that opportunity away from you by making you. What if I'm not..." Drake's hand quickly gripped mine, pulling me out of my self loathing.

"But you are the one I want. I...I had a long talk with your Opa. I told him everything, including what I used to do to support myself. He didn't judge me like I thought he would and when I told him how much I..." Drake suddenly went silent, letting his eyes look into mine. He didn't need to say it. I felt it. He was utterly and hopelessly in love with me. This wasn't some secret ploy for money and fame. Drake's feelings were very real.

I slowly leaned down and kissed the boy, holding him there for what felt like centuries. I never wanted to let go of him.