Page 59 of Knot Their Omega

I wouldn’t label it a ‘stench.’

Truthfully, it’s the best-smelling scent I’ve had the privilege of inhaling in all my life.

All I can envision is fresh vanilla cupcakes being pulled out of the oven, drizzled with caramel and frosting that makes my mouth water. There’s even a pinch of brown sugar and almonds.

Yes, the scent is overwhelming, but it’s not unbearable. Far from it.

You also can’t deny the scent of an Alpha and that sweaty scent of sex lingering in the atmosphere. I’m used to those aromas, especially on this tour bus, but compared to the usual nonchalant feeling I get with this recognition, this time around leaves me feeling left out.

Odd. Why would I feel left out for not fucking a groupie?

If Nathaniel is making a fuss now, it means he wasn’t doing the fucking.

That means it was Icarus.

Like a lightbulb turning on in realization, I get why this man is screaming at the top of his lungs so early in the day. It could explain why Nate is losing his shit because he thinks he lost out on a good Omega groupie to fuck and fix his ongoing rut issues.

If he took finding us an Omega as seriously as he does his career, maybe we would already have an Omega in our midst, loving and building a deep connection with.

Wishful thinking when you’re best friends with a control freak, short-tempered, egoistic jackass who enjoys belittling Omegas to feed his broken confidence.

Nate and I don’t get along as we should for pack mates, but I accepted that shit a long time ago. We co-exist for the sake of the pack. I support him only because Kenji sees whatever vision this fucker hopes to achieve with the band.

A band he barely tries to bring together to create the music he wants to go viral and hit big in this competitive industry.

Icarus surely only puts up with it because he is Nate’s Talent Manager. I would also admit Icarus cares enough about Nate to continuously try to steer him away from his self-destructive tendencies, but that’s what best friends do.

I, for one, just put up with it because we have no choice but to be “good” friends.

My definition of that meaning that if shit hits the fan, I’ll help Nate. Even if he’s the stupid idiot who started the madness. Heck, I’d even take a bullet for him if it meant I’d live to use it against him for the rest of his existence.

Other than that, I’m not the type of best friend who supports this foolishness. It’s exactly why I remain quiet for everyone’s convenience.

Including myself.

With a slight pout on my lips, I follow Kenji, walking up the tour bus stairs, the two of us making a silent entry as the sweet, wonderful scent continues to engulf us.

I’m fighting hard not to growl in excitement, the Alpha part of me reeling at the idea of an Omega being present and ready for us. It’s wishful thinking. We’ve never gotten an Omega to last five minutes in our pack’s presence before she’s quivering in dismay and tearful.

Or running for the hills after Nate’s made it his fucking mission to tear her to shreds with his judgmental commentary.Like how last time he called the Omega fat to see how she’d react.

Utter stupidity, but Nate wanted to test her confidence.

Make it make sense.

Before we know it, another Omega is out of sight, crying about how mean we are, despite the three of us never getting many words out compared to our cranky “leader on paper.”

He’s the one trying to induce migraines on this fine morning with his speakerphone yelling.

The worst part of all of this is the fact word spreads fast. Soon enough, everyone will be talking about Nate, the famous lead singer of the new rockstar band that keeps changing their name because they’re not ‘satisfied’ with it yet.

Even I don’t recall what their current trending name is, but if it changes one more time, people are going to believe this is some sort of publicity stunt.

“Should I even ask?” Kenji begins as we enter the hallway before the lavish bedroom, which is Nate’s sacred space. Truthfully, he doesn’t do much action in there, but on occasion, he fucks an Omega in there if he’s drunk or high enough.

Aside from that, Nate doesn’t like bringing anyone into his “oasis.”

But Icarus, on the other hand…

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