Page 31 of Knot Their Omega

So fuck it.

“How expensive can it be?” Nate questions. “We’re making mad money with this tour. We can’t get one song written by him?”

“He doesn’t personally write songs for artists, Nate. Blair Vesper writes the songs, and they go on fucking auction. It’s a fucking blood bath,” I reveal and take one final inhale of my cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it. “The last song he fucking launched sold for twenty-five million, Nate.”

He’s speechless, and I don’t blame him because fuck.

Who buys a SONG for twenty-five million?

“Wh-Who…”

“One of the richest kings in the royal family of the Maktoum Dynasty in Dubai needed the serenade for the wedding of their youngest daughter. Don’t ask how much the wedding cost. It’s a tax bracket even Kai’s entire generational wealth hasn’t reached.”

That’s the best way of explaining it to him, or else it won’t process it correctly in his chaotic mind. He’d rather stay delulu than believe we don’t stand a chance in purchasing a song from Blair Vesper.

Especially when it’s a bidding war.

“People spend that type of money?” he says so quietly, I almost miss it,

“When you know one’s worth, money is nothing,” I remind him because he needs to grasp that this also applies to him. “In life, money comes and goes. What we invest our money in is what determines its value. Vesper’s songs have made artistsgo from nobodies to billionaires with one hit that makes them money years later. He also doesn’t release many songs. It makes a demand no one knew was needed in the industry, and no one can replicate just how good his songs are. So, unless you think spending your entire profit earnings on attempting to bid against top ten artists begging for Vesper’s next written hit, I suggest we cut our coat according to our size,” I conclude.

Sliding my hand into my pocket, I pull out the lavender guitar stick. My nostrils flare envisioning that delightful scent that makes me want to groan in pure bliss.

It’s becoming clear that Omega left a strong imprint on me, and I can’t seem to wipe her out of my mind. Enough that I dared send one of the highest top-quality security camera systems to her door.

Seeing her talk into the lens made me so fucking hard, I had to jack off before leaving for this meet-and-greet. It’s a shame we’re going to two different events. The Soleil on the guest lists was at some other location uptown, which means she may not fit this tax bracket to attend this event down at Deviante.

Not like it matters.

I don’t care if my Omega is rich or dirt poor. It would be my responsibility to take care of her, regardless. That’s the problem, though, with the Omegas of this time and age.

They know Alphas don’t take their duties lightly, but most use it to abuse us financially, and that’s a no for me.

After everything our pack has gone through, both individually and as a unit, I can’t let that happen. No Omega can enter our lives and make the foundation we built together go crumbling down out of their need to flaunt and be admired by the population of fakes who don’t give a damn when your accounts fall into the negatives.

A droplet of water falls onto the purple pick, making me frown because I know I’m not shedding tears.

Looking upward, I realize the thick grey clouds above and catch onto the flicker of light that zooms through the sky.

It’s going to rain…

“I need this song to be written right,” Nate finally answers. His submission makes my heart sink because I know this specific ballad means the world to him.

He’s worked two long years on it. It’s the only way he’ll be able to let go of what happened in the past…

“I know,” I whisper just as a loud crashing sound follows with a bunch of curses. My head slowly moves to the right, acknowledging the group that was huddling before, only they’re scattered around, one of them down for the count in a pile of trash.

“What was that?” Nate asks, but it sounds far away because my heart is suddenly beating far too loudly.

My eyes widen, focused on the locks of lavender and silver that glimmer from afar from the ray of light that shines down on those silky strands.

If the sweet aroma I envisioned wasn’t strong enough before, it swarms my nostrils like sweet nectar. The essence makes my mouth water as I think of all the various desserts that can tame my sweet tooth.

I know I’m not hallucinating now because my body is not only going wild, it’s tensing up with a protective need as I realize what the familiar Omega from the gym is doing.

She’s retracting her fist, cloaked in dark red, while her white teeth are gritted. Her fierce cyan-blue eyes glimmer with fierce intention, and her focus to annihilate whoever dares threaten her is vibrant within those dilated pupils.

Her breathing is uneven, and that stance of hers, even in that sexy fitted red dress, accentuates her curves, but it’s the conclusion that she’s fighting against five men that sets off warning alarms in my head.

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