Page 181 of Knot Their Omega

My voice cracks on the last line, the emotion so raw, it bleeds right through, allowing the world to listen to the heartfelt message.

The rain begins to lessen as I reach the final bridge, my voice filled with renewed determination to be heard.

“Your echo guides me through the night. I’ll resist the urge to give in to the fight. In your memory, I’ll rise above. Finding salvation in your endless love.”

I let my voice soar, its echo filling every corner of the arena as the rain seems to come to a stop, leaving the atmosphere with a blanket of mist and the smell of fresh pine. The aroma makes me smile as the final tears escape my lips, taking in the scent of fresh rain, pine, and those pinches of mint.

The scent of my sister, the combination that reminds me of the grand wilderness, so wide and free.

The last note hangs in the air, and I look at my parents, seeing how they stand there in awe. I can see their grief, but it’s overshadowed momentarily by the overwhelming sense of pride when our eyes meet.

For a moment, I can see they realize the damage that had been done. The pain I carried on my shoulders, despite how unimaginably hard it was. They witness how I converted thatagony into a form of art and how, in return, it’s ignited rounds of healing.

I know our relationship won’t be perfect, but we can heal from this.

I can forgive them… and start again.

The audience erupts, cheers of praise echoing loudly. I breathe as if I’ve been holding my breath for far too long, but how light my body feels. How free my chest beats in triumph.

When I look at Astraea, I can see her crying, but her smile is radiant, filled with so much love and pride. My parents embrace her, whispering words I can only assume are gratefulness and thanks as they peer back at me while the crowd around them continues to cheer.

Glancing over my shoulder, I look at my band, seeing their glassy eyes, as all of them seemed to have shed tears during my performance. I’m thankful to them, each one of them who was willing to help me with bringing this ensemble together.

For giving me this chance to perform this first.

Exchanging gazes with each of them, we bob our heads in agreement, knowing we have to push through this two-hour set, but there’s one more thing we have to do.

“As we brace to sing our brand new album, which will be released at midnight, I’d like to introduce the one who made this lyrical masterpiece possible,” I declare, drawing all eyes on me.

The spotlight finds me as I raise my arm to the sky, pointing to the stars.

“Please help me give a warm welcome and applause to the one and only… Blair Vesper.”

I lower my arm and point directly at Astraea, watching as everyone around gasps in complete shock.

My Rebel, on the other hand, doesn’t seem shocked at all, as the security aids her in getting on the stage before she walks overto me. If I thought the screams were deafening before, the crowd loses their fucking shit as they go wild.

Astraea smiles from ear to ear as she reaches me, and I don’t hesitate to sweep in for a firm kiss that ignites a higher pitch of squeals and cries of happiness.

She smiles against my lips, giving me a quick peck before she spins around to face the crowd. I offer her the mic and watch as the sea of fans quiet down so Astraea can speak.

“My name is Astraea Soleil. I’m sure I’m a stranger to most people before me, but I’m behind the scenes of the music industry. I’m Blair Vesper,” she announces with confidence. “Many have assumed Blair Vesper is a multi-millionaire Alpha who creates music for some of the best artists in the world. Though part of that is true, I’m definitely not an Alpha.” She jokingly looks at her legs and wiggles them a little, making plenty of girls laugh at the obvious joke she’s insinuating.

“I originally didn’t correct anyone because I truly didn’t see a need for it. I thought, if they want to believe I’m a male, what harm will it do? I guess that was my way of focusing on my creations and not worrying about the impact I could have on this industry. The power I can carry in our vast world where the balance between Alphas and Omegas is vastly different,” she reveals.

“However, it wasn’t until meeting the Alphas of Blooming Salvation, my loving, supportive pack, did I realized I shouldn’t hide from the truth. That I do have power, and thus, here I stand.”

The cheers are endless, as many clap and scream in praise. I can see some women shedding tears as if this revelation is a relief.

“I don’t know how this revelation will turn out. It can go downhill, where no one wants to work with me, or I can encourage those Omegas who’ve been successfully working theshadows to find the courage to come out and prove we also deserve to stand in the spotlight. That despite the aspects of our world, there’s a shift happening that will make us realize that Omegas aren’t an enemy, but individuals who can build and support a pack if allowed to blossom and prosper,” she declares.

“We’re not all perfect… and there’s a lot that needs to be implemented and changed in our society, but time allows us to heal. To grow. To inspire… and lead the way to a new path that will benefit us all. Both Alphas and Omegas.”

She steps back so she’s at my side, and I don’t hesitate to hold her free hand, squeezing it comfortably.

“So let me be the first to congratulate Blooming Salvation on their new album success. I hope every song resonates with the thousands of fans who’ve gathered here to support them. Thank you for giving me the privilege to be a part of your vision.”

“YES!!!! WE LOVE YOU, BLAIR!”

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