Page 170 of Knot Their Omega

That’s the best way to describe it without selling out our “sex life” business to everyone in this temple.

His mother is giggling in a heartbeat while her husband is side-eyeing her.

“Oh, c’mon now! You weren’t even going to scold him when the news was spreading all over the place,” she giggles and reaches over to lightly tap his shoulder. “You saw the picture and even said Baek grew to be an attractive young man! Admit it. You’re happy he at least chose someone so handsome!”

“My sunshine,” he groans, clearly embarrassed with how his cheeks begin to grow red. “I believe you’ve forgotten we’re with company.”

“Nope,” she proudly states. “Let them spread the news. That means we can have a pack ceremony and get professional photos done! Can you imagine our Kai and Kenji having photos together in the traditional robes? And Astraea in a stunning kimono?! Oh! We should contact Baek’s family and see if they would want to do the traditional hanbok attire. Oh, we should do three different weddings! Oh, this is so exciting! I’m sure Baek’s sister would love to take part. Would make her feel a part of the family and with our support!”

“Mom,” Kai whines. “You’re getting too far ahead. We have a tour starting in a few days.”

“Ah, yes, yes,” she brushes it off but is smiling from ear to ear. “Tour first, then wedding preparations! Oh, Astraea! I’d love for us to go out for tea and even meet your family.”

“If you don’t mind meeting my dad and his pack?” I offer and quietly add, “My mom isn’t the best influence in my life, so I’d kindly wish for her not to attend.”

“That’s a shame,” she comments but smiles comfortingly in my direction. “I can wholeheartedly support your wishes. I’d be honored to meet your dad and his pack, especially if it makes you happy. We can sort all of that once the tour is done, yes?”

“I’d appreciate that,” I confess, unable to stop myself from smiling with relief. I didn’t think she’d be so accepting without asking many questions.

“I’d be honored to meet them as well on a separate occasion. I’d have to book a little more advance to ensure security is at par, but I would indeed like to meet your dad and his pack and get to know more about our future daughter-in-law.”

“D-D-Dad,” Kai groans. “At least let us get her a ring and propose before you say those things.”

“Then work faster,” his dad dismisses him, making his wife laugh in amusement.

“Honey, you’re rushing him,” she giggles. “Why don’t you tell him where you put his guitar, seeing as he won’t be able to do any touring without it?”

“Guitar?” I end up asking as I look at Kai, who smirks.

“My family passed down a specific electric guitar every generation,” Kai reveals. “I asked my dad to put it away for me until I felt the passion to play it again. I vowed not to perform on stage without it, which is why I decided to gather the balls to come and confront this issue. I mean, I knew it was time for me to acknowledge the elephant in the room, but I just needed that push to do it.”

He looks at me and grins.

“None of the guitarists were meeting the standard for Blooming Salvation’s touring debut, and I figured if I stepped to the plate, I could get Icarus out of retirement.”

“Retirement?” I play the fool, just to see what Kai will say.

“Icarus is a one-hit everything,” Kai reveals.

“A one-hit wonder?” I try to correct his phrasing, but Kai shakes his head.

“Icarus never debuted and disappeared. He promised he wouldn’t perform unless we did it together. Meaning he, Kenji, and I were on the stage with Nathaníel in the mix. Nate wouldn’t ever allow that, so Icarus focused on becoming a manager in the music biz, but he’s talented in everything. Has perfect pitch and can play every instrument. He sings fucking good, too. Our wildcard.”

“Damn,” I whisper.

“So… if I’m going on that stage, so is he. Don’t know what song will compliment his voice, but I think I know a certain someone who can create something that will go pretty viral on the charts.”

Watching the way his eyes twinkle with pride makes me grin from ear to ear as I bob my head.

“I think Blair Vesper can come up with something legendary,” I hum.

“Blair… Vesper?” his mother speaks up as she looks between us. Her gaze then lingers on me. “You’re Blair?”

“She didn’t say she was Blair,” her husband notes. “Vesper’s some rich Alpha that always trends for every song he writes. Even I know that.”

“That’s what the press wants you to believe,” his wife argues and brushes him away as her attention is back on me. “But what if Blair Vesper was an Omega?! You know how empowering that would be?!”

“Well, you’re in luck,” I hum shyly. “You’re looking at ‘him’.”

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