Page 172 of Knot Their Omega

We’re finally ready to tackle the world head-on as we walk down this new path to healing.

Finally, healing from the toxin that wished to tear this pack apart.

Unforgettable Night

~NATHANÍEL~

“You sure you’re good?” Icarus asks as he reaches the door. “This is your big debut moment.”

“Yeah,” I breathe, though I’m not sure I’m good. To be honest, I want to puke, but I’d never admit that to anyone right now. “I’ll see you up there at some point.”

“Maybe.” Icarus shrugs and looks away.

He leaves before I can counter, but I don’t hesitate to mutter, “Liar” as the door closes.

I wait a long moment before I let out the breath I’ve been holding. It’s not long before I’m pacing, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

How long have I dreamed of this moment?

To be on that stage, screaming my lungs out and listening to the crowd go wild in praise?

I got a glimpse of their glory. The outdoor space was so crowded that the fans looked like little ants. I knew it was going to be packed, but to be a completely sold-out venue with 50,000 people wasn’t something I ever expected.

Not when Nate was doing everything in his power to sabotage us.

The daily “new” gossip seemed to come out every damn hour. Bringing up Kai and Kenji’s relationship before daring to say our group found a useless Omega with zero talent.

That made me want to find his ass and break that nose again. Maybe a third time would knock some sense into him.

He doesn’t realize we could. Icarus has his location on locked, so we know he’s not stalking us in any way. He may have walked out on us, but he hasn’t let go of the idea of being the lead singer of Blooming Salvation.

He’s simply waiting for our demise, for our group to “self destruct,” which he assumed would happen with James and Rex leaving the group. We weren’t going to stop them. They had more than enough of Nate’s bullshit, and even if I was the complete opposite of my younger brother, they had other dreams and commitments they wanted to pursue.

It was a loss, but now we were a pack band.

We had a few added vocals and special guests, but aside from that, we were solid.

Kenji on drums.

Kai on electric guitar with supporting vocals.

Me front and center.

And I guess Icarus if he finds the balls to join in whenever he wants.

This was honestly the best we could do, but from how full this concert is, I don’t think the fans mind.

We’re going to find out either way.

The knock on the door doesn’t stop me from my pacing mission, but the creak of the door reveals purple strands with metallic silver, a sweet aroma immediately hitting my nostrils.

I pause mid-stride because that scent sends a wave of calm through me. It’s insane how someone’s presence can have such a magnetizing effect on you in heightened situations like these.

“Nathaníel?” There’s our Omega in all-black leather, looking hot as fuck. I have to be horny to be hard in seconds, but then again, I have noticed her scent has shifted lately. A lot sweeter and more intense, maybe signifying she’d be in Heat by now if it wasn’t for those patch blockers.

I’m sure once the tour is done, we’ll have to dive into that topic. Knowing the negative effects and implications those blockers can have on an Alpha, I don’t want to take any chances with our Rebel.

It’s crazy to me how Nate is acting like a fool when he received such a deadly diagnosis that would need immediate treatment. He has to be in denial of some kind because that’s the only excuse I can logically think of.

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