Percy had only known Diego and Rohan for six days, but he was relieved when they entered his dressing room at exactly three o’clock the next morning. They made him feel safe and protected, and he desperately needed them just then. Recording a cooking show was second nature to him, and there was no problem on that front. However, he’d received yet another creepy letter from his “secret admirer,” and the jerk had typed out in full caps all the sexually disgusting things he or she wanted to do to Percy and his “omega pussy.” There were also highly descriptive things the alpha wanted to do to his ass, but he refused to think about them.
He glared at the letter that was face-down on one of the chairs in his dressing room. This was the thirteenth such letter in the past six months, and he hated
