Page 16 of Rebellious Harmony
“Ava, you’re so different.”Different from every other woman I’ve found myself in the company of.
“I hope you don’t mean that as a bad thing.It didn’t sound bad.”
“No, sweetness.Take it as intended—as a compliment.”
She smiles, and I see the radiant happiness in her eyes.She is quite beautiful.If I were looking, I could see myself claiming her as my Omega, but that’s crazy.I have no business with an Omega.I need my own life; I don’t want to be beholden to someone else.
I say that, but it feels nice to comfort her in my arms.Almost too nice.
“I like your dad.It’s sweet how smitten he is with your mom.”
“Yeah?”The fact that she knows that about my dad is surprising.“He’s the standard Alpha mate who puts his Omega’s needs first.Their relationship is what an Alpha-Omega relationship should be.”
“It sounds perfect.That’s what I want in my partner.Someone who cares about my well-being and happiness.Like my dad did for my mom.They were madly in love.”
I have no doubt that some Alpha will make her very happy someday.If she were in the sanctuary right now, she would have Alpha suitors courting her in no time, all vying for her affection.Omegas are treated lavishly with treats, gifts, and dates.Not to mention anything else they need.She would learn from the experience of the other Omegas, and most importantly, she would be safe from undesirable Alphas.
“Nolan?”
“Yeah, Ava.”
“Are you going to give me the kiss you owe me?”
My heart skips a beat.“Do I owe you a kiss?I didn’t realize.”
Kissing her is a slippery slope, but I find that I don’t care about the consequences.She gets along with my band and Stella, unlike Larissa, who always vied for my attention.
“Our moment was stolen from us earlier at the show.”
We go quiet.She licks her soft lips, and her eyes sparkle.I can read anticipation flickering in her eyes.Her body is strung tight, like a guitar string, and I realize I want to oblige the radiant Omega before me.
Moving in before we can overthink things, I kiss her.When our lips meet, time stops.Kissing her is amazing, and I slip my tongue in her warm mouth.She moans and pushes her lips into mine, deepening the kiss.She kisses like I thought she would.With exuberance and pleasure, like she does everything.I could kiss her for hours.I can’t help but think that this feels right—that she feels right, like she’s meant to be mine.But that’s insane; I shouldn’t want her.
Unlike the groupies who follow the band, Ava is different.I’m enjoying this, and I feel relaxed and alive.She smells like blooming roses as her Omega scent perfumes the air, telling me she’s enjoying our kiss just as much as I am.The smell of our combined scents is a rich mixture hanging thick in the air.
She moans again, which only makes me want to consume her more.What is she doing to me?This isn’t helping; now I want more of her like nothing I’ve wanted before.
Ava isn’t my Omega, but God, part of me wants her to be.The Alpha drive in me wants to be the one to give her all of her first experiences as an Omega, her first everything.I would spoil her rotten.She might be my new muse, but maybe I want her to be more.An Omega is the last thing I wanted, but Ava is fascinating.She’s curious and strange, constantly babbling with wonder and delight, and I love that about her.New experiences excite her, and she seems genuinely unfazed by my fame.
She could quickly become a habit I can’t shake.I should push her away, and yet she’s too irresistible.Something in me wants to find her faults and convince myself of her imperfections to make her more human.I’m seeking reasons to get rid of her.I feel so conflicted, but my Alpha instincts are winning at this moment.
I pull away from her lips, and when she lets out a disgruntled moan, it goes straight to my cock.Holding her close feels good, and I’m terrified.I don’t know if I could be a good Alpha for her.It’s never been a concern before.Can I give a shit about someone other than myself?I’ve never wanted to become someone’s Alpha, but do I want to beAva’sAlpha?Could it work?I could get used to her kisses and her stream of consciousness babbling.She seems unshakable, a quality I would want in my mate.Someone who’d be confident in her role in my life, not jealous of my fans or overwhelmed by my fame.She’s also creative like me.Her photos are beautiful, even the ones of donuts.
Would she want me as her Alpha?
No.She doesn’t even fully grasp what that means.
“That was better than I thought it would be,” she says, looking at me like I hung the stars.
“Did you think kissing me would be terrible?”
“Oh God, no.I thought you’d be a great kisser, but you’re dangerous.”
I smirk.“Dangerous?I’m not dangerous.”If anything, she’s the dangerous one.She’s confronting me with questions I wasn’t prepared for, quickly pulling me under her spell, and I’m unsure I want to fight it.
“You are Nolan Szasz.The most dangerous kind of man.”She blinks, and I want to hear more of her assessment.
“What makes me so dangerous?”
