Page 66 of Knot Their Omega

“Ours.”

As long as I have Kenji on the same page, nothing is going to get in my way of getting what I want.

Right now, all I want is this new Omega.

Astraea.

Knot Yours, But Ours

~NATHANIEL~

“Ours.”

This can’t be fucking happening.

“Ours.”

Nope. This isn’t fucking happening.

“No! No, no, no, no!” I don’t know if I said five nos or twenty of them, but I turn to the two males behind me, pointing my fingers at them, as if they can reverse whatever the fuck happened just now. “She is NOT ours. She’s a fucking STRANGER!”

“Not to me.”

I internally scream because I can’t do that right now with the arrival of my stubborn, to-the-point best friend and talent manager, Icarus Morrigan.

One hesitant look past the duo proves the man in question is resting against the doorframe separating this hall from the main space of the bus, where we lounge and discuss important shit before the entrance and upstairs bunkers.

Just seeing him standing there in a tight white shirt holding a cup of coffee nags at my gears because he looks far too relaxed.

Meaning he has no plans of working today to solve the issue regarding my tour.

“Who the fuck is she to you?!”

“Rae,” he announces, as if he’s known her for fucking years.

This douche hates being around women. Why the hell would he put up with her?

“And before you get your balls in a knot, I need to do something.”

He pushes off the doorframe, giving Kai and Kenji a head bob greeting before he waltzes past me after I have no choice but to step aside.

Who wants to be crushed by this massive fucker?

Heading straight for the bedroom door, I try to warn him that the bitch is in there, but he opens the door with ease, leaning in until he finds the culprit of his attention.

I lean forward by default, trying to get a glimpse of my room and hoping it’s not in shambles. No groupies get access to my room. Fuck, not even the paid escorts get to be in my sacred space.It’s not like I haven’t had a few slip-ups, but that was when I was utterly wasted, and they got an earful the moment I woke up to find them trying to enjoy my king-size bed.

Which was a bitch to get into a tour bus. Took four months of reservations.

I get a glimpse of her sitting on my bed, legs crossed, the iPad lying on her lap. It’s a good thing it is because fuck.The scent of her slick is so fucking strong.Everything about her is strong as fuck. Her sweet aroma reminds me of a cupcake factory that only makes the best fucking cupcakes in an array of vanilla, caramel, butterscotch, and almonds.

I wanted to drool when I first caught the scent, but it upset me just as fast because that sweaty aroma of sex was just as thick in the air, which meant whoever this sweet, enriched Omega was, she’d been appeased by someone other than me.

Of course, it had to be the one Alpha I couldn’t possibly beat in the dominance category.

He knows it, too, which is why he easily portrays his power in instances like these.

The bitch seems to be working. The blinged headphones that were resting around her neck when she was defiantly arguing with me are back on her head, playing some sort of melody while she’s laying out multiple sheets of music on the bed in a semi-circle.

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