Page 9 of Knot Their Omega

I know Velvet teases about her scent match being right under her nose, but I wonder what’s stopping her from being with Knox.

Maybe it’s their age gap of twelve years since Knox will turn fifty-one this year, but I think that doesn’t matter to either of them.

I’ll have to leave that unsolvable puzzle for another day.

“I’m gonna go shower,” I say when they’re not done having their staring moment for sixty agonizingly long seconds.

“Wait. You didn’t answer me,” Knox whines when he sees me walking over to my gym bag and tossing my gloves in the purple-white duffle.

“Should I dye my hair?” I ask instead, enjoying how confused Knox looks while Velvet is smirking at the change of topic.

No sex toy talk with the gym owner, thank you very much.

“You want to lose those silver locks?” Knox ponders. “Don’t want to look like your old man?” He tries to feign a hurtful expression while pointing at himself.

“Don’t let my dad hear that,” I tease, knowing he’s still best friends with my dad and his pack. “He’ll beat you up.”

“I know he would,” Knox groans in dismay. “Red.”

“Red is far too drastic,” Velvet argues, while giving Knox a side glare. “Just because Astraea is rebellious doesn’t mean she should be a walking siren everyone has to see a mile away.”

“Just add the BEE-WOO sound, and she’ll attract all the Alphas everywhere,” Knox suggests.

“She’s not dying her hair for the attention of Alphas, stupid,” Velvet argues and punches the man in the gut.

“Ugh! You could at least punch softer, OW!” he whines dramatically as he crouches over. With all the muscle in his body, I doubt that little punch did shit. One of his biceps is the size of Velvet’s head at this point. Especially now that he’s in his “bulk” phase.

“Stop being a baby and saying stupid commentary to a young Omega who wants to dye her hair for herself!” Velvet emphasizes before looking my way.

“Why not purple? You do love lavender. I think it would further compliment your silver locks, so you won’t even need to dye it fully to the root.”

The fact she even remembers lavender being one of my favorite colors has me grinning from ear to ear. Now that I can envision the look, it doesn’t seem too bad. It could still complement my eyes without being a drastic change.

“Honestly, that doesn’t sound too bad. I could do it at the roots and leave the tips silver, so when it grows out, it gives an ombre effect,” I speak my vision out loud, hoping for their approval.

“I ain’t no artist, but that does sound like a good combination,” Knox emphasizes, looking excited for me. “Red is still my favorite color.”

Oh, I wonder why.

I’m trying not to smirk while Velvet is giving the poor man a death stare.

“No one cares,” she exclaims and slaps his arm. “Why are you even here?”

“It’s almost six, Sweet Velvet,” he teases her with that nickname she swears she hates. “Gotta open the doors to the hungry Alphas begging to show off how spectacular their muscled gains are to everyone else but the Omegas they’re struggling to snag.”

“You promote their cocky behaviors, you know!” she acknowledges and watches how he chuckles and puts a hand behind his back, looking a bit shy.

“Now, now. I can’t control those bastards. They’ll tell me this is a gym and not Etiquette 101 for Alphas on How to Treat an Omega. If I tried, we’d be bankrupt.”

“Hmph.” Velvet knows there’s no point in arguing.

“Bye, Mom and Dad,” I tease as I lift my bag over my shoulder and head to the door.

“H-H-Hey! We’re not married yet!” Knox whines, to which he grunts in agony. “Ow!”

“Yet? You don’t even have the balls to ask me on a date, let alone propose marriage. You’re lucky I can’t adopt Astraea, or I would, then find a real man with bigger muscles than you!”

“Now, now, Velvet. You know, just because their biceps may be bigger doesn’t mean their cock?—”

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