Page 141 of Knot Their Omega

“Well, why don’t you go check on the progress?” Kamari suggests. “I know us trying to think of the possibilities won’t get us anywhere, but I’m sure if you’re there with the pack, maybe it can ease any tension?”

“Hmmm.”Deep down, I doubt it.“I’ll go try.”

I don’t want to waste any more of Kamari’s time, especially when she’s in a pickle herself.

“Okay. You can text this number, though it’s one of the guy’s phones, so nothing crazy.”

“No drunk photos at three a.m. with me trying to twerk. Got it,” I conclude.

“Astraea,” Kamari groans. “Your ass can’t get drunk without ME!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I brush her off. “Though no promises cause I am on a tour bus, and I can’t stop myself from having a shot or two to get in the mood.”

“Get in the mood of riding every band member’s pony,” she huffs.

“Hey! Have some hope here?!”

“Nah. You’re gorgeous, and once you have alcohol in your system, you become a dominant beast who loves to give lap dances and shit,” she complains. “Those Alphas are doomed.”

“No,” I groan. “Don’t rat me out like that, Kamari.”

“Mhmmmm.” She’s not even listening. “Please keep in touch at least once a week. Thanks.”

“Likewise, bitch!” I huff. “Last time I checked, I called you.”

“Yes, and the notification came into my email since my phone is probably one with the Atlantic Ocean or whatever body of water we’re near.”

“We’re near lakes, Kamari. Not oceans. Unless your phone was thrown out of a plane.”

“Well…”

“You know what, I ain’t even going to ask for the details,” I conclude and shake my head in dismay. “I’ll keep in touch, bestie. Stay safe. Love you lots.”

“Love you more, bestie. I will. Be good and don’t become a trending topic unless you’re revealing ‘you know what,’ okay?”

“I ain’t revealing shit.”

“Sure,” she sings. “Bye!”

“Bye.”

When I hang up, I let out a sigh of relief before staring at my phone.

Only to see seventy-eight messages and twenty-five missed calls.

“Great. Let me guess.”

I can only assume it’s Mother Dearest because only she could call so many times in the fifteen minutes I had with Kamari on the line.

Just scanning the text messages makes my relief mood turn sour. My lips dip to a deep frown as I realize what the fuck my mom is texting me.

MOM: “I don’t get why it’s so hard to get a hold of you. I’m your mother. I should have access to you whenever I need you! Anyway, you need to come home. I have a deal that I need you to be present for.”

“A deal…” I whisper to myself before scrolling more until my eyes stare at the contract document that has been forwarded to me for my signature.

I read the two words again and again until it feels like I’m seeing red.

MARRIAGE CONTRACT.

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