Page 112 of Knot Their Omega

They give the best advice. A shame they’re dealing with financial issues and shit due to this stupid Knot Their Omega movement. Blasphemy to insinuate this shit as if it’s the law.

Since when did these Omegas need a voice? The good ones are always stolen from this world before they can blossom and show their beauty to the world. I’ve seen it firsthand, experiencing the heartache that follows when they leave you behind in this cruel world.

That’s exactly why I won’t deny myself the opportunities I worked endlessly to maintain.

“Put her in place. Remind the pack who the true leader is, and get along with the night,” I vow. “Then I can go visit my friends. They were asking for some funds. I could give them a bit, and they can pay me back later.”

Trying to help my pack friends financially is the least I can do, seeing as they now have to find an Omega urgently, like a good chunk of packs.

Those who can’t are going bankrupt because they can’t do anything employment-wise unless proving they have an Omega.No living sex doll, no privilege to work and make a living for yourself and pack.

It’s counterproductive, if you ask me, but I’m not foolish. I’ve witnessed how merciless the government will be if you don’t obey their command, they now deem as a law.

A ruthless one that’s not being considerate in the slightest.

I may be out of the woodwork right now, but having to prove that Astraea woman is our Omega is going to be a pain in my ass.

I’d rather just fuck a bunch of strangers and take a believable picture to conclude we got our fuck toy.

Maybe I can convenience the others to stop being so kind to this fake bitch and participate in reminding her who’s in power in this contractional dynamic between Omega and Alpha.

That’s all this will ever be.

A contract to give me everything I want and deserve while the Omega behaves like she should. It’s all amusing to me—the happiness of what’s to come beginning to settle into my bones.

I feel proud now. Excited even to get things rolling and moving.

Patting my chest, I suddenly feel this burst of energy. I feel alive. Strong. Excited for the rest of the day ahead of us. Looking into the mirror, I’m proud to see the elation of excitement in the lines of my face. That sense of being alive.

“Let’s do this.” I’m more determined than ever, leaving the washroom with far more confidence than when I arrived.

It’s not hard to know which room they’re in. That intoxicating sweet smell is getting stronger with every step I take. It’s hard to pick up the others because her scent washes it all away.

No. She consumes them all, letting out her perfume as if to lead me astray.

I bet this is all a trap, but I won’t be a fool.

The moment I reach the door, I don’t hesitate to open it.

Now or never.

“UNO, MOTHER FUCKER!”

The slam of the table ignites groans and laughter as I see my copy slamming a set of cards that triggers madness.

“YOU CHEATING FUCKER!” Icarus shouts in dismay.

“How the fuck did you do that?!” It’s the loudest I’ve ever heard Kai speak.Or shout. I don’t even know.“Who gave you their cards?!”

“Fuck off and admit defeat!” There’s my brother, standing there with a gleaming grin. I’ve never seen him smile that big, his eyes twinkling with so much joy and that boyish excitement I haven’t experienced since I was a kid.

The wild giggle is joined by a manic one, and my eyes dart to see the Omega and Kenji sitting on big beanie bags while it’s very clear Kenji is painting this woman’s nails.

Her nails!

“I watched the whole thing! Nathaníel won fair and square!”

“That was so good, I almost messed up Sweet Hummingbird’s nails. Good one!”

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