Will I do, okay?
Lyra was a bit worried.
She knew that she was good in acting, but she had never acted as a lead before.
Her women roles were too small too.
No, I can do it, right?
Lyra’s agent rushed her straight to the wardrobe room right after the security check.
The agent’s clipboard flapped around like a battle flag in the wind.
She said, “That green wrap looks cute for paparazzi shots outside, but you need to change now.
Scene 7 calls for vulnerability, not some red-carpet slay look.”
A team of busy beta stylists swarmed around her fast.
They yanked the zipper down and peeled the silk dress off her curves without delay.
They replaced it with the perfect costume—a flowing white chiffon gown that had a high empire waist and delicate lace sleeves.
The soft romantic layers made her look like a fragile omega heroine straight from the script.
She went barefoot for this scene, and they tousled her hair into messy bedhead waves.
They kept the makeup minimal to give her that ‘morning after’ glow.
CVWRS buzzed right in her ear while floating smugly by the vanity mirror.
“Host, you’re really going to act with the show’s protagonist now?
This sets up a chance for you to prove your acting skills.”
Will the plot be affected?
“Yes, and no.
To be honest, it doesn’t matter.”
I can do anything?
“Yes, you can.”
I will act exactly as I should, Lyra thought back with confidence.
She rolled her shoulders to settle into the gown’s light whispery weight against her skin.
Just watch and learn, cat.
“From what I’ve seen in your old life clips, you’re actually a good actor.
You have natural charm.
Just don’t flop this one.”
I know that damn well already.
The director clapped his hands loud for attention on the big soundstage.
He was a wiry beta man who wore horn-rimmed glasses and had coffee breath that lingered in the air.
A massive bedroom set loomed in front of everyone.
It featured a four-poster bed with rumpled silk sheets and morning light filtering gold through fake windows.
Camera rigs hummed quiet in the background.
Sarah—the alpha protagonist of the show, an ebony-skinned goddess standing 6’1 with golden eyes and a braided crown—lounged on the bed ready with her script.
She wore black silk pyjamas that fit her perfectly.
The crew hushed up quick.
“Scene 7, take 1.
This is the morning after the first heat haze.
Lyra’s omega character clings tight after the rut.
Sarah’s alpha character needs to reassure her.
Keep it emotional and tender—no cheesy lines.
Action!”
Cat?
Is her name the same as the show?
“Nepotism, Host.”
Lyra slipped into character smooth and seamless.
Her old actor instincts fired up strong even with the body dysphoria pulling at her.
She knelt down on the edge of the bed.
The chiffon gown pooled soft around her knees.
Her eyes opened wide with the perfect scripted vulnerability as her hands trembled just right as she reached out for Sarah’s strong arm.
Her voice came out in a husky alto that broke exactly on cue.
“Sarah…
last night during your rut…
it terrified me so much.
I-I begged for your bite in the heat of it all.
But what if I’m just another omega conquest to you?
Tell me, what am I really to you?”
Sarah leaned in natural and easy.
Her golden eyes softened the alpha steel into warm reassurance.
Her large hand cupped Lyra’s cheek with gentle care.
Real chemistry sparked between them as Sarah’s faint floral-spice pheromones brushed the air.
“Lyra, you’re never just a conquest to me.
My rut called out specifically to you—your sweet scent pulled me back from total madness.
That heat haze we went through?
We survived it side by side.” She brushed Lyra’s blonde waves back with care.
Her thumb traced along Lyra’s jawline slow and tender.
“Bite or no bite at all, you’re mine now.
Say it back to me, love.”
Lyra’s breath hitched in a mix of script and real feeling.
She leaned into the touch with perfect timing.
Her old actor tricks blended right with the omega instincts that tried to betray her.
“Yours…
always yours, Sarah.” She pressed her forehead soft against Sarah’s collarbone.
The chiffon gown rustled quiet.
Real tears welled up in her eyes from the role’s adrenaline rush.
“Cut!
That’s perfection right there!” The director whooped with joy.
The crew applauded light and quick.
Sarah broke character with a big grin and pulled Lyra up to her feet.
“Damn, girl—that was electric chemistry.
You owned that scene.”
The lights dimmed down for the set reset.
Lyra exhaled long and shaky with her pulse still racing hard.
CVWRS pinged with pure glee in her head.
“Nailed it perfect, Host.
I am sure that you will complete your quests properly now.”
The director walked over excited during the break.
“Beautiful take one, ladies!
Let’s push it further—add a second scene back-to-back.
Scene 8—the promise kiss.
Lyra, you’re still shaky from the haze.
Sarah comforts with words first, then the lean-in kiss.
Build tension slow.
Sarah, dominate gentle.
Action in 3…2…1!”
Lyra sank back onto the bed edge quick.
Her chiffon sleeves slipped down her shoulders just right for the scene.
She looked up at Sarah with wide eyes full of need.
“Sarah, promise me…
your alpha claim won’t break me.
I need to hear it from you.” Her voice quivered low, hands clutching the silk sheets tight.
“I-i…
love you, a-and…
I am scared…”
Sarah knelt down to her level smooth.
Her braided crown caught the light as she took both of Lyra’s hands in hers.
“I promise you, Lyra—my claim protects you, never breaks.
Feel my scent wrap around you safe.” She leaned in slow with eyes locked.
“Host, are you going to kiss her?”
I have kissed too many people during my scenes.
Their lips met soft at first—scripted kiss turning real with heat.
Sarah’s hand cradled the back of Lyra’s neck firm but tender.
Chiffon rustled against silk pyjamas.
The kiss deepened just enough for cameras to catch the spark.
“Cut!
Magic again!” Director clapped thrilled.
Crew cheered louder this time.
Sarah pulled back with a wink.
“You’re trouble, Lyra—stealing every scene.” Lyra stood breathless, cheeks flushed from the kiss.
“Host, you are overshadowing your ‘lover.’ She is getting a bit agitated.”
Thank you for the compliment.
Besides, she is glaring at me because I am stealing her thunder.