Page 48 of Knot Their Omega

“Is that what my Omega wants?” He tosses back as he reaches over to move a few strands of my hair from my face.

“My Omega,” I say as if it’s something to cringe about. “Are you still high from the sex?”

“If that was the case, I’d be trying to keep that high going, little Omega,” he notes with a flickering taunt in his eyes. “Is that what you want?”

I blush before looking away and muttering, “Hmph. You didn’t answer me.”

“I don’t see the need to rat you out,” he declares. “I can see why you hide it. You’re not hiding anything when everyone has made the assumption Blair Vesper is a male Alpha millionaire. Our society can’t fathom a successful Omega with millions in financial freedom and immense talent in creative writing, so who am I to go out there and rain on the parade without any benefit?”

“Any benefit?”

“If you’re going to reveal your identity, it has to have a purpose. One that shakes this society’s core and gives them no choice but to submit to the truth presented to them. Otherwise, it’s not impactful and easily forgettable. We don’t want that, now do we?”

We.

Just having him gesture that we’re doing this thing called life together from this instant onward makes my heart flutter with hope. That this interaction between us can be a permanent one.

“But… it can’t be this easy,” I whisper almost nervously. “I mean… they say Alphas do anything to make our lives miserable. I’ve experienced it plenty… yet…”

Yet, he’s the first to want me to prevail?

“Feels weird to have someone on your side for once?” He dares to whisper the truth that rattles me more than I expect it to.

“Yeah…” I confess and don’t hide the sadness in my eyes.

He sighs and pulls me in closer, his muscled arm around me comfortingly before he lightly kisses my forehead.

“You know… I never thought Vesper would grow in popularity,” I quietly admit. “I started the name after a few attempts of writing. First, I was open with my writing. Trying different avenues. Writing books and short novels. I was very vocal since I was proud of my creative works.”

It seems like only a few weeks ago when I would show my dad and his pack my creations and how I wanted to get into the world of publishing. They encouraged me to do anything I needed to and offered to give me financial backing with my creations. It was comforting, but I never relied on their aid. I wanted to see how far I could take it on my own.

“Being vocal about it only invited criticism and mockery. Who’s going to support an Omega writing books? Plus, who would read them? Would the main character be an Alpha? Or an Omega? If she were an Omega, no one would read it. Who would want to read a romantic story of an Omega falling in love with a bulky, sexy dude she met at the gym?”

“I’d gladly read that,” he proudly states in a way that makes me giggle. “But I get it. Would feel like a waste of time when youput all your energy into writing a masterpiece, only for it to be shunned by the society that isn’t ready for it.”

“Mhmm.” I think about it. “It may be different now, but back then, I wasn’t prepared for the mental scrutiny. For the second-guesses and heavy cloud of doubt. Not to say I’ve always been a confident person, but I had never questioned what I could create until then.”

I can remember those times like it was yesterday. It had darkened my perspective tremendously. Adding the frustrations of my negative mother to mix, I knew continuing that path would lead to me hating this beautiful career full of opportunities.

“Why do I feel that wasn’t helpful with your mother in your orbit, complaining every chance she gets,” Icarus quietly grumbles.

I have to stare into his eyes because it’s amazing how easy it is for him to pick on those things. For him to envision my childhood and put all these facts about me together to see my perspective.

It’s a rarity for an Alpha to do because, realistically, why would they give a hoot of what their Omega went through? Most are adding more trauma and misery to their Omega.

Not being empathic and trying to understand them…

“I wanted to quit many times.” I take a moment to really enjoy the unique shades of his eyes. “Actually… I did at one point. I think the situation with my mom was at its peak of madness. My mom had spent what my dad and his pack needed to secure a deal. It was a big contract. At the same time, I’d been given an agent and needed to pay a fee so we could push it worldwide and see who would pitch it. Back then, those opportunities never came by. Not for an Omega.”

I smirk despite the stressful frustration of the situation back then.

“They say bad times come in threes. All that happened, then the topping of the cake was part of our house caught on fire. Sometimes, I think my mom did it on purpose to try to get rid of the evidence she stole from my dad and his pack money from the safe to buy some limited-edition bag because her closet with thousands of bags was safe from the burning cyclone, but my room with my lyrical stuff and novels was burning to ash.”

I can tell he’s intrigued by my story from the way he deeply frowns. It makes the tiny wrinkles on his forehead crease in dismay.

“You lost everything?”

“Not everything,” I confess and try not to shy away from the stupidity I projected that day. “I would rather die than let those pieces of work burn. I bolted in there.”

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