Page 186 of Knot Their Omega

And I’d be ready to laugh in his face when it does.

“Oh, you didn’t get the memo?” Alvin feigns innocence. “Ah, right. I forgot you’re not in the group chat.”

“Group chat?” I’m even more confused. “That’s why those twenty-plus fuckers are out there? I thought those were thepacks you guys don’t mess with anymore. You know, the groups that didn’t give a shit when you guys went bankrupt.”

It’s pissing me off the longer I think about it, because what the fuck? Those douches and bastards told these fuckers they couldn’t help them when they were bankrupt and even threatened jail time.

What I had to sacrifice to help them out of the hole they dug themselves in, so why the fuck were they invited here like this is some group celebration? I’m the one who they should be celebrating. I sacrifice my friendship, my career, and my burning-up connection with my brother just for them to thrive and be redeemed.

So, what the fuck is this? This isn’t how you express your gratitude to the savior that saved your asses.

“Chill, Nate, our boy,” Chris tries to comfort me. “We figured we’d tell you last because you get the honors of starting shit up.”

“Starting what up?” I hate not following what the fuck they’re implying. “You guys didn’t keep me updated on anything. You guys haven’t even been there for me when I found out I had cancer and told you fuckers.”

“Cancer is survivable,” Alvin brushes off like it’s not as scary as it is.As if Stage Four Cancer doesn’t mean shit.It makes me wish I still was in the band. That I still had the opportunity to speak with Icarus and complain about my worries and fears. Heck, I would yell and shout, but he’d translate my anger and understand me.

Understand what I’m trying to say under this mask of frustration and rage.

Even my brother, who I honestly treated like shit, would have put away our differences for two fucking seconds and expressed some sort of concern for me.

None of them were heartless to me, despite me being a big-ass cock to them.

“What you don’t want to miss is this Omega going into Heat,” Chis encourages. “That’s why we called you here!”

“An Omega?” I huff, already feeling tired. I haven’t been feeling the need to fuck anything with how exhausted I’ve been. My drive has been at an all-time low, and those rut blockers’ side effects from stopping them cold turkey have been the biggest pain in my ass than I’d dare to admit out loud.

To simply put it, I’m struggling—hard—but there’s no one I can turn to for help in this case.

These two fuckers clearly care more about fucking some Omega in Heat than helping me out when I’m in my sick bed.

“Who gives a shit?” I dismiss. “They’re all the same. What makes this bitch different?”

“Go see for yourself,” Alvin encourages. “Time is at five minutes when she’ll be all bloomed up and begging for us to fuck her.”

“We thought having you doing the honors would be perfect,” Chris hums in delight. “The resemblance would make her warm up to the idea of fucking all of us.”

Resemblance? Resemblance to what?

I roll my eyes while giving up on trying to figure out what the fuck they mean. Deciding to see for myself, I head to the room, listening as they chuckle.

“You made sure security is top-notch at the front, right?” Alvin asks.

“Yes, Sir. We’re all set up and clear. No one breaking in tonight.”

“Excellent,” Chris answers in excitement. “Keep it that way for a whole week. You already know you’ll be paid handsomely.”

“Yes, sir!” multiple voices declare.

“Five minutes, Nate. We got a timer on,” Alvin prompts.

I curse under my breath, feeling the dread of getting this over with so I can just go back home and sleep. I’m tired of this shit,to be honest. Exhausted being around these fuckers who don’t give a hoot about me.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t regret it. Didn’t regret fucking up all the relationships in my life and now being left to face the consequences.

Everyone giving me dirty looks.

The tabloids continue to run the truth on the front of every magazine and paper.

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