Page 117 of Knot Their Omega

“Icarus painted you as some passionate lead singer who was finally getting his big break, yet the man standing here is a rude ass of an addict who’s more focused on fucking random bitches and being a dick to your fellow pack mates than an inspiring artist whose even close to reaching global recognition!”

“You don’t know shit, Omega,” I growl in warning, getting into her face before I poke her in the shoulder. It’s a lot harder than the first, making her flinch, but she stands her ground, thanks to her widened gait.

No problem. One more poke and she’ll stop being a thorn in my side.

“I warned you not to touch me,” her voice dips almost dangerously, making my stomach flip with an odd sense of need. It has to be the closeness, matched with the friction of this interaction, that has me turned on by this madness, but I’d never give this Omega what her body wants.

I rather fuck a statue than fill her with my cock.

“And what will you do, little mouse?” I threaten and lower my voice further so I can say what needs to be said.To finally put her in her place.

“Well, I can knock your lights out in three hits, but my dad and his pack told me I shouldn’t invoke violence on the weak, unfortunately,” she dares comment and even shrugs. “Something about it brings bad karma. Doesn’t work if it’s warranted, though. That’s when all bets are off.”

This cocky bitch…

“It’s amazing how you stand here as if you’re a ‘somebody.’ As if you have some importance in this fucking society.” When I laugh again, it’s pure mockery because all of this is prosperous. Her entering our lives when she literally is a nobody. “What do you bring to the table, Astraea? You were living where? Some homeless place for Omegas who can’t score a pack to save their lives?”

I see the twitch in her eye, but she doesn’t say a word in return, giving me the chance to continue with no interruption.

“I guess these connections of yours give you enough employment to feed yourself, but that’s really it, huh? You couldn’t purchase your own home without a pack. Can’t purchase a car or bike without an Alpha. You’re lucky you’ve lived long enough without a set of Alphas to hold the reins of power in our society!” It’s the truth, really. What else are Omegas good for without an Alpha to lead the way?

“Maybe I should be the one to give you the wake-up call you need. The only good thing Omegas are useful for is fucking, and even that is questionable because most of you aren’t even good at that. Trust me, I’ve fucked enough to have a good track record.”

She bites her bottom lip, making it seem as if she’d cry any moment. That ignites a surge of elation through me. A sense of pride that I can destroy this pesky ant who thinks she can waltz into my life and run it by her rules.

I don’t think so.

“This Knot Their Omega Movement is but a phase. It’s not permanent. It’s certainly not going to last long when, in reality, you Omegas need us. Without Alphas, you’re completely useless. Your existence is just a flicker of a flame, waiting for the wax to run out. We know it. The government knows it. Everyone knows the true power between the Alpha and Omega dynamic,” I elaborate with pride.

“You can keep playing your delusional ‘I’m helping you’ nonsense all you want, but the truth lies in front of all of us. The sooner you see that, the easier it’ll be to submit and bow to the real leader of this shit show.” I lean in close then, smiling from ear to ear because I know I’ve triumphed in reminding her of her place.

“So let’s cut this bullshit?” I offer a suggestion she can’t refuse. “We’re going to pretend this never happened and start fresh. You’re going to back off from my pack members, and the only reason you should be around them is when they need you to perform your duty as our temporary Omega. They may be acting foolish right now, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to be sexually relieved here and there.”

I don’t bother looking at any of them.

My prime focus is still on this little mouse who’s gotten so damn quiet.

Music to my ears.

“Aside from the sexual endeavors required of you, I don’t want to see you. Don’t want to hear your pipsqueak voice. Don’t want to smell your obnoxious, sweet scent. I don’t want a fucking reminder of your existence after today. You want to be a good Omega? Do what you’re told until this tour is done, and we can go our separate ways permanently.”

When she has nothing to say, I grin at her obvious defeat.

Poking into the center of her chest, I watch the way her eyes descend to my index finger, then slowly rise to meet my taunting eyes that belittle her existence.

“Now. Why don’t we start by seeing if you follow orders from your Alpha?” I suggest leaning inward, so our faces are inches apart. It’s a shame that she’s an Omega and not a normal woman in our primitive world.

She’s got a pretty face, especially those lips.

They always got to make them pretty and cunning to fuck our lives up. A shame.

“Go into the kitchen and make me a fucking sandwich, Omega.”

The silence that follows has never been more bittersweet.

Until it isn’t.

Pain shoots through me from my finger, enough to make me flinch and hiss in agony before I’m forced to see the damage that has me fighting for breath.

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