Page 71 of Knot Their Omega

“Loud and clear, Kenji,” Kai reassures him. “The princess of this tour bus is going to be our temporary Omega.”

“Princess, huh? Let me guess. She’s giving queen vibes, isn’t she? Especially when she was in that sexy red dress yesterday.”

“That and her ease in tolerating Nate’s constant tantrums,” Kai confesses with obvious praise. “It’s hot seeing her all authoritative. Extremely rare in an Omega, if you ask me.”

“Ohhh. Why does this make me excited and jealous at the same time,” Kenji ponders in dismay. He’s obviously exaggerating his words, yet I’m not sure if he’s trying to be sarcastic. “If you like her, that means we may stand a chance in keeping her. That’s dangerous.”

“I didn’t say I like her,” Kai complains.

“You called her hot. You don’t even call sexy models from fashion shows hot. To be honest, the last time you called anything hot sexually was my ass, so this is a big deal.”

“I don’t think we need to know what you two do in the bedroom, thanks,” Icarus complains.

“Why? Don’t want to join in?” Kenji offers with a taunting smirk that makes Icarus’s viability cringe.

“Not into it. You two can go wild,” Icarus dismisses them. “Rae would love that.”

“No, she wouldn’t,” Kenji says as if he’s ready to risk it all now. “Would she?”

“After last night, I have a strong hunch she’s into a lot of stuff that others would squirm away from,” Icarus admits. He doesn’t even realize he’s biting his bottom lip before licking it. “She has a dom complex. I don’t even want to imagine what she’d be like during her Heat. She’d have stamina for days.”

“Now, don’t excite us at breakfast like this, Icarus,” Kenji groans. “We can’t waltz in there and enjoy her yet. Don’t set me up in a morning rut. I get horny enough as it is.”

“Go drum it out,” Icarus dismisses him. “Kai? Wanna come with me later once I drop Rae off? I’m thinking we do a quick survey of the area.”

“Wanna make sure she’s safe with everything going on?” Kai summarizes and is already bobbing his head. “Sure.”

“You guys can’t be fucking serious right now.”

All eyes are on me—finally—and I have to take advantage of it, or else the conversation is once again going to move back to this new toy that has my fellow Alphas foaming at the mouth for no fucking reason.

“The tour is in jeopardy because of these new rules and regulations the government wants to instill in ALL OF US. Not just me. YOU THREE are all affected by these laws! I know if the tour goes to shit, all of you are financially secure, but I’m not!” I stress, just in case they’ve forgotten I’m not the richest on the block.

Yeah, my parents were well off if you looked at the neighborhood we grew up in, but all that changed when I turned sixteen and decided school wasn’t going to be my main focus in life. I wanted to be the next trending star. Be those Alphas trending on TikTok as they sing their lungs out and get millions of views.

Why would I waste that time boxed in a classroom, learning about formulas I’d never use to calculate all the million-dollar bills flowing into my bank account? Due to my ambitions and ‘act now, think later’ mentality, my parents put a limit on how much they can aid me when it comes to this ‘viral dream.’

Then came the incident, and well…

They decided that show biz was better to be left untouched.

I couldn’t take no for an answer, so I decided I’d rather not be financially supported by them and do everything on my own, and now look. My band is about to tour America, yet it’s threatened to be canceled because of some rich fucking Omegas coming out of the shadows, trying to rain on our parades.

So we can get a taste of how they feel? Fucking rubbish.

“I don’t have a parachute to save me from falling out of this! I need the success of this tour to prevail, which is why it can’t be canceled! Why aren’t any of you paying attention to this dire situation?!” I shout at my friends, glaring at the three of them.

Kai doesn’t look interested.

Kenji at least tries to look a bit sympathetic.

Neither of them responds, though, waiting for Icarus to say his piece and intervene because he seems to be the only one unaffected by me yelling up a storm.

“I made a deal with Astraea to be our temporary Omega for three to six months. Three months should be the minimum amount needed to prove that we have an Omega and aren’t fabricating shit to benefit us with these new rule changes. Six months is a stretch, but just to be on the safe side,” Icarusreveals. “Because I helped her out yesterday, and we had good chemistry, she decided to help our pack. She works in the music industry, doing side hustles to keep her flow of income going, and has made it clear she doesn’t want to rely on us financially. She’s doing us a favor.”

“There has to be something in return,” I declare immediately without really absorbing everything else.Everything in this world comes with a price.“She’s not going to do this charity work for free.”

“It’s not charity work,” Icarus corrects me. “And like I said. I offered her protection from the pack last night. She could have gotten hurt, kidnapped, raped, or even killed.”

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