Page 111 of Knot Their Omega

I’m pacing the miniature bathroom as if it’s big enough to give me the comforting ease I need by repetitively walking from one end to another.

I’m waiting for the powder to settle into my system. Those tiny white particles ease into my limbs and steal the anxiety that’s fighting to drown me effortlessly.

Nothing is going in my favor right now, and this is a big problem because I’m so fucking close to my tour debut.

Why is everything fighting to come crashing down?

I’m hiding out in the washroom because if I walk into that space with that Omega in the mix, I don’t know what will happen.

I’ll lose my shit.

Her arrival seemed to trigger this madness.

All these events, one after another.

She’s in my tour bus, and suddenly, there’s this whole fucking movement trying to put us Alphas under the bus. Hell, I bet she’s the mastermind behind it all. I wouldn’t put it past her.

Cunning bitch.

Omegas.

They’re all the same. Doing everything to up us Alphas. All because we’re forced to love them. Biological slaves to their devious games. All for what?

Some pussy fuckery and I have to be the breadwinner for all her luxurious desires just to work in the career I bust my ass to maintain?

“Foolish,” I whisper in haste as I keep walking. I’m trying to ignore how clammy my hands feel and how sweat continues to roll down the sides of my face.

I’m glad the dizziness has passed because I can’t collapse here.

Everything is on the line. I can’t show weakness now.

Easier said than done.

I could barely sleep last night, knowing this Omega is either fucking all my mates in my pack or is scheming to fuck things up for me than she’s already prospered in achieving.

Without her, the tour was going to be canceled. A blessing, yet her arrival seems to be most convenient for the packless Omega, who has my best friends fawning over her like she’s worth millions.

Fucking laughable.

Women are weak. They’re good for the fucking and moaning luxury that ignites when we’re horny and need a bit of relief, but what else can they bring to the table?

Make me a fucking sandwich, Astraea.

Listening to the thought makes me grin with pride.

Throw that the way and see if she can give me a power trip.

She took me off guard on the tour bus, but I have the intention of not backing down the next time she tries. You have to put a woman in their place, or else they think they can wreak havoc in your life.

“Ugh. I won’t let her take control. This is my pack. My friends. My career. Fuck the government. They’re just exploiting this situation to see how we react. Watch the Alphas who crumble and those who rise. I’m going to be the risen Alphas that survive this challenge. That’s what this all is. A test of wit.”

Talking to myself helps to further ease the madness.

I should have sniffed that shit this morning, but no. I had this brief epiphany that maybe getting sober and stopping these drugs would make me worthy of this Omega’s attention.

I’m fucking stupid even thinking about quitting my pleasures for her.

No wonder why my buddies at the bar were laughing at my ass.

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