Page 17 of Knot Their Omega

Ah. Gotcha.

Collateral. Value. Power.

“Understood.”

“Good. Let me go calm Velvet before she ignores me for five days.”

“Five days,” I mutter. “I swear it used to be three.”

“Your fault,” he mutters and opens the door. “Remember you went missing for five days, and I brushed it off? Uh-huh.”

“Fuck, we didn’t have service. We were on a damn island,” I argue. “Why would she use that against you?”

“Misery loves company,” he concludes, yet he can’t hide the slight uptick at the corner of his lip as he looks over his shoulder ever so slightly. “You should know that quite well, Talent Manager.”

“I hate you,” I complain in annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah. Love you somewhere in my cold, frozen heart,” he brushes off and gives me a quick wave as he looks away. “Stay a little longer this time. Maybe we can do lunch.”

I think about it.

“That would be nice.” My words barely hit the quiet surface of the balcony, but I know he heard it as he takes his leave.

With a sigh, I pull out my phone, noticing the way it vibrates in a specific pattern. I know it’s Nate, but I ignore it so I can pull up a specific app.

With a type of a single word, images are popping up on my screen, and my smile widens. There’s my pretty little Omega.

“Astraea,” I hum her name like a precious lullaby. “I hope fate prepares you for the rollercoaster you’ve just ignited.”

Once I have a target in mind, I won’t stop…

Until they’re mine.

Destined To Meet Again?

~ASTRAEA~

“If you think I’m walking out of this house in this short, ass-showing dress, you’ve lost your damn mind, Kamari Ahvi!”

“First off, it’s Kamari Prava Ahvi.”Of course, she’d correct me.“Second, I’m very positive the dress I picked from your ‘forbidden closet of sexiness’ makes your ass look extra delicate with all the damn squats you do.”

I roll my eyes when I feel the vibration of my watch, letting me know there’s a familiar face at the door. Walking from my bathroom, I head down the hall toward the door.

“And lastly?—”

I open it before she can finish, watching her smiling face shift to a jaw-dropping surprise. The way her eyes widen like spinning saucers as she takes me in from head to toe has me groaning in defeat.

“I give up. I’m wearing a garbage bag.”

“Oh no, you don’t!” The woman has to tackle me like she’s saving my life. “Don’t you change anything!”

I have to pull her into the house and kick the door close, or else she’ll attract all the nosey Omegas wanting to know where the fuck I’m going.

That’s the problem with being the “Hermit Omega,” as they like to call me.

The gym doesn’t count as “going outside,” so when I’m dolled up, it means I may have a social life for once.

That’s what they deem gossip-worthy for someone like me.

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