Page 118 of Knot Their Omega

“Fuck,” I curse, only to realize my index finger isn’t just bent.

It’s fucking broken.

“You fucking cunt ass bi—” I can’t finish because the pain between my legs is so severe, I can’t barely inhale a breath. My immediate reaction is to clutch my balls, even with my broken ass finger. My knees buckle, forcing me to the ground and leaving me growling in agony as I realize what just happened.

Did she just kick me in the balls?

“Someone needs a nappy nap.”

I lift my head at those words, staring at the riled-up Omega, who is in a fighting stance with her fist drawn back, ready to strike.

“I’ll get you your fucking sandwich,” she assures me and dares to smile like a cynical mastermind. “In your fucking dreams.”

Her fist glides forward, hitting my face right and center before I can even react.

And just like that, there’s nothing but darkness.

Everything Has Consequences

~ASTRAEA~

“His finger needs to be in a cast for at least six weeks, and the broken nose will need a checkup every two weeks.”

“Meaning…”

“He won’t be able to sing. Definitely can’t play the guitar.”

All eyes are on me as I stand there, realizing my “loss of control” may have just ruined the tour for Blooming Salvation.

I’m sure everyone is waiting for me to profusely apologize or even look a bit concerned with the news Dr. Malcom has bestowed upon us, but here I stand.

Not showing a pinch of regret in the lines on my face.

Nathaniel Jr. had it coming, and I take pride in being the one to give him a three-point combo reality check. Sure, his pride is going to be broken at the idea of an Omega punching his lights out, but he’ll live.

As for the tour...

“So, what happens with the tour?” I decide to ask the elephant in the room a question because, realistically, if there’s no tour, I’ll no longer be “needed” as a temporary Omega for the pack.

Meaning I’ll have to go back to the Haven…

That has my heart sinking, but I’m trying desperately to ignore just how disappointed I really am. Knox and Velvet always used to tell me that everything has consequences, and realistically, I accounted for them in those intense few seconds when Nate was in my line of view, instructing me to go make him a fucking sandwich.

Yet, now that the circumstances are presented to me with a clearer mind, I’m beginning to wonder if I made the right decision.

I don’t regret what I did, but maybe the timing and execution for payback were too soon.

An arm hooks around me from behind, pulling me into a firm and comforting hug. I feel the slight rest of a chin on the top of my head, leaving me no choice but to stay still and wonder who it is. Doesn’t take my nose long to pick up on the unique scent of mint chocolate with the beautiful mix of hazelnut, almonds, and coffee, which has my stomach flipping in need in a heartbeat.

Nathaníel.

“Nothing happens with the tour,” he announces. “My brother can’t perform. Too bad. I’ll just have to step up to the plate like I always do.”

I can see Kenji and Kai on the far left side of the room and a glimpse of Icarus on the far right. None of them look against the idea, but I still feel a bit… bad.

“But… do you want to tour?” I feel him remove his chin from the top of my head, allowing me to peer up at him. I don’t see the need to hide the slight concern portrayed in my gaze, but I don’t want him to think I feel bad for what I did.

Wasn’t wrong in defending them from a douche of a pack mate… and brother.

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