Page 178 of Knot Their Omega

That already has shocked gasps and squeals spreading through the crowd, as many recognize the talent manager who hasn’t been on the stage but seen plenty scolding and ordering us around.

“I want to take this moment to address something that’s been going around in the tabloids. I know the venue started a bit late due to technical issues, but I know this news is vital to be known by our fans.”

The audience cheers in anticipation before a wave of silence takes over the space, making me hear how loud my heart is pumping.

It’s now or never.

Even though I tell myself, I struggle to speak the next words. My mouth is open, ready to spill out the truth, yet a part of me wonders if this will be the end.

Will the truth ruin our chances, as Nate stated?

“WE LOVE YOU BLOOMING SALVATION!”

That harmonic, whimsical voice sends goosebumps through me as I look in the direction of the voice.

Right in the front row is our Omega, decked out in her leather attire and holding a sign that says “My Blooming Alphas.” I doubt anyone else can see it, but that assumption is shot down as the massive screens display the sign, making many gasp in surprise while others cheer in happiness.

It’s not the reaction I’m expecting. My eyes widen further when I realize the two individuals standing between our Omega.

My parents.

Their expressions are full of remorse, my mother’s eyes filled with tears, versus my dad, whose eyes are glassy. Just havingthem present, holding signs of encouragement that say, “That’s our son” and “We love you, Nathaníel,” moves my heart in so many ways.

I can’t remember the last time I had their support.

When was the last recital or event they attended to support me?

So, to see them here, next to the Omega who’s entered our life and changed everything for the better… makes me feel like everything will be alright.

That no matter what happens, we’ll figure things out together.

The audience joins in cheering, repeating a chant of “Blooming Unite” again and again, waiting for me to have the courage to continue.

There’s no point in hiding how teary-eyed I become, so I quickly wipe away my tears, soaking up the cheers of encouragement and love that come from my fans as the cameras focus all on me.

Taking a deep breath, I let it out and do my best to smile, even as my eyes fill with tears.

“I didn’t think I’d get emotional so soon, but… it’s… been a long road getting here. I say this because, well… the Nathaniel Morelli you’ve come to adore in the magazines and gossip columns isn’t the same person standing here before you.”

That ignites a wave of confusion as fans exchange looks and even rub their eyes as if they’re seeing wrong.

“To put it simply, my name is Nathaníel Morelli. I’m the first son in the Morelli family, and I always dreamed of having a band and performing on a grand stage,” I begin as I take in the crowd that gives me their full attention. “This dream almost became reality, me and my friends coming together and playing in clubs and events for free to get our name out there. To start our questin blooming into a band that can bring many the salvation they crave to experience in the form of music.”

I look around the crowd, taking in their various expressions. The fact I don’t see signs of anger or hate pushes me to keep going.

“I have a younger brother. A younger twin brother. My parents also named him Nathaniel. We used to be best friends, despite our slight differences, but his dream of being on stage was stronger than mine. He wanted to truly be a star in his element. He kept auditioning, trying to get himself out there, but the rejections kept coming. It got to the point where he said show biz was too hard to get into. I felt like it was some sort of challenge, so I figured, why don’t I try it?”

I shrug my shoulders and look up at the sky.

“When I applied, I sang a draft of a song I’d been working on for a very long time about a situation my sister was in. With her being an Omega… life was different for her. It wasn’t as easygoing as mine. She wasn’t given the same opportunities and aid as we were. I decided to submit that audition, and well, I got in,” I reveal as I lower my gaze to the crowd. “But then… my sister was murdered.”

The gasps of horror and sadness only make me try to smile with a sense of hope in my expression.

“My sister was sold to a pack and whisked away to a country where Omegas didn’t have rights. There were no movements or opposition created to protect them. They were chosen slaves, destined to do whatever their Alphas commanded. They had to obey, and if they didn’t, there were consequences. You can guess that my sister couldn’t take the torment anymore, and those consequences led to her death… in my arms,” I whisper and lower my head. “I didn’t know the reason my sister was sold was because of my younger brother’s dream of being famous.”

More gasps of shock echo through the audience, and I dare look at my parents, seeing their horrified expressions as they’re piecing together the truth.

“My brother took the money to push his beginning career, but I found out. I knew what he’d done… and why our Suzy… our baby sis, was six feet under. He knew if I said a word, my parents would believe me because I never lied to them. Never covered up the truth like my younger brother always did, so he decided to paint me as the villain. Told everyone I was the reason for Suzy’s death,” I confess and sigh.

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