Page 106 of Knot Their Omega

“Nate doesn’t like telling people I exist,” I speak up before Icarus can answer her, drawing their attention to me as I cross my arms and shift my gait so I can lean against the wall, giving them the perfect side profile. “Something about me being dead to him because instead of supporting him when our sister was murdered, I ran away like a weak fool.”

“M-M-Murdered?” I can see the sadness well up in those glimmering eyes.Fuck.I’ve never met an Omega whose eyes could be so mesmerizing to stare into.

Just to see a speck of sadness has me feeling odd.

Angry? Or… troubled?

The idea of her being hurt in the slightest already has me standing in front of her in a heartbeat. Lightly pressing a hand to her left cheek, her eyes lift to meet mine as I calmly gaze down at her.

“An event I’ve moved forward from while my brother hasn’t. Pretty much explains his behavior, but then again, he’s a man, just like me. If he wanted to heal from the trauma of the past, he would have done so. At least, so it doesn’t fuck up his future, but again. We all heal differently.” I lightly stroke her cheek with my thumb, hoping the pooling worry in her eyes would fade with my reasoning. “Needless to say, I’m the sibling he likes remaining in the shadows. Sadly, I was compelled to come by for two reasons.”

“Two reasons,” Icarus repeats, which means he wants me to hurry up and spill the tea for my unexpected arrival.

“Firstly, due to the Knot Their Omega Movement that launched two days ago, all Alphas abroad who don’t have an Omega need to return to their countries and are unable to return to their out-of-country duties until securing an Omega within their designated packs,” I reveal. “Secondly, with the Alpha’s return, you must prove your employment is still valid with your employer, and seeing as I secretly work with Blooming Salvation as their ghost singer, I have no choice but to return and talk to this one.” I point to Icarus and further smile.

“Which was why I came here, seeing as it’s easy to track your ass. For someone who works in intellectual privacy in all aspects, you’re seriously easy to find. Then again, I didn’t trace your phone. I traced my brother’s.”

“Of course you did,” Icarus whines. “Which means your brother is here.”

“Of course he is.” I go along with the sarcasm. “The only thing my brother is good at is fucking, yelling, and getting to A and B when his career is at risk.”

My eyes fall back on the Omega.

“Which actually makes no sense because why would he be fucking anyone when you’re in the picture, Rebel?”

“Rebel?” She arches an eyebrow my way. “Really?”

“You look like a rebellious Omega who would run an Alpha to the ground if you allowed it. Then again, I could be imagining your confidence and bold nature with my kinks.”

There she goes, blushing all cutesy like her cheeks were born to be red.

“If you’re into that stuff, I’m a knock away,” I encourage and further lean in so I can whisper in her ear. “I’ll even invite Icarus to join the fun.”

“Fuck off,” Icarus snaps, and I have to avoid his attempt to punch me with the gun.

“I told him he can do whatever he wants,” she announces when I slip my hands into my pockets and take a step back to give Icarus enough space not to throw the damn weapon at me.

As if that would stop him.

“While you’re in the picture?” It’s the first time my mind really isn’t processing what she’s trying to elaborate. “You’re their Omega, aren’t you? Your scent blends with Icarus almost perfectly. Why the hell would Nate be playing around with his scent match.”

Our scents match because fuck… I can tell we blend just as well.

I’ve been trying to ignore how the aroma in this tight space is beginning to get to my senses. I’m gonna need air. I think all of us will, but me especially because I haven’t fucked or enjoyed a good rut in a hot minute.

An Alpha staying and abstinence is an anomaly in our fucked up world.

“Temporary,” she answers. “At least for the sake of everyone keeping their careers, specifically Nate’s, but now that I thinkabout it…” She trails off as she seems to be deep in her thoughts. Tilting her head to one side, she looks at me with intrigue.

“Did you say you’re a ghost singer?”

“That I am,” I declare with pride and even do a little bowing gesture. “Nathaníel Morelli Senior. You can call me whatever you desire, though with my brother around, if Neil is easier, go ahead.”

She stares at me for a hot minute.

“I’ll call you Nate or Nathaníel.”

“You’ll just confuse me with my brother.”

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