Page 24 of Omega Rock

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll meet you there with drinks and food for the next day or so.”

“Thank you.”

The call falls silent for long enough that I consider turning back around. Maybe Sable is right, and this is beyond stupid. But I can’t get the absolute canyon between me and those alphas out of my mind. Two of them are actual rock stars, with years of experience in this industry, and the other has experience and classical training. They’re in their thirties. They know what they’re doing in probablyallfacets.

I’m twenty-two. I’m only remotely famous because of a few viral videos. And I’m an omega in heat who’s also a virgin.

Wecannotmix work and play, even for scent matches.

“Sable,” I say.

“Yes?”

“Thank you. I’m not going to screw this up.” The band, or the alphas. “I’ll talk to them and figure this out.”

“Good, I’m happy to hear that.” Then her voice goes sweet again, and she swoons. “Tell meeverythingabout Leo.”

I do, as best friends should. But by the time the story is over and the call has ended, I have to pull off at a rest stop and bring myself to orgasm a few times because even thinking about Leo’s fingers hooked inside me sends this flare into full effect.

My core craves a knot. My body wants an alpha—or three—inside me, filling andfulfillingevery desire. God, just a bit longer of a drive and I’ll have my knot dildos.

It’s a long rest of the way home, and a blurry, feverish next few days.

ChapterEight

AIDEN

Three days.It’sthree daysuntil the weekend, and aside from a few thumbs up reacts and lyrics shared from Mia’s notes app, we don’t hear from her. At least, we don’t in the group chat, and I don’t directly.

I could smell her through the fucking walls of my apartment. I heard every whimper, every moan. Even when Leo went in to ease her heat. Noah and I weren’t in the room with them, but we might as well have been.

And then she just left like nothing happened.

I understand why. Scent matches are random and rare, and to have that happen on the day we meet on top of her going into heat? We’re practically strangers to her at best. But fuck if I wouldn’t form a pack just to help her through this.

I don’t stop thinking about Mia and her feverish whimpers or the future Exit Fate could have until I get a text from Darius:

Are you really fucking starting a new band right away? What the fuck man.

That’s on day one of the three-day stretch of time without Mia. I don’t reply until day three, after the rest of my old band reaches out in kind.

You kickedmeout, remember? Fuck you. Good luck in the future.

I ignore the rest of his and the others’ messages. Exit Fate is my focus now, when I’m not thinking about Mia and making her my omega—our omega. The guys and I mention the idea of a pack a few more times, but both Noah and Leo want to wait.

I understand. But I also crave Mia’s sweet strawberry candy scent so badly I go to the store and pick out every single candy I can find that I think might get close. Nothing compares, and all it does is make me wonder how she tastes.

Wondering is all I have. The only thing of Mia’s I can hold right now are her lyrics—some of them are new, I think, and many of them from her time as a solo act. And they’regood.

Noah’s already got some bass lines noted down, and Leo’s sorted drums. Mia approves the two tracks we’ve come up with so far over text message.

Two tracks ready out of a whole album’s worth within three days. It’s honestly magical.

On day four, a Saturday, I meet Leo and Noah at Carnation Studio with Wes on the way. A few hours go by without Mia’s appearance.

Leo watches the studio doors that haven’t opened since we got in here. “She’s definitely coming.”

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