Page 66 of Knot So Perfect Omega

Cal opened the door and got out. “You’re hurt. Is there someone we can call for you?”

“Cal, leave the girl be. We were supposed to be at the stadium half an hour ago.” I knew that voice. Alvaro Estrada, alpha of the pack that made up the band.

“The stadium? Can you give me a ride?” They wouldn’t try anything, would they? I was out of options.

Cal’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer to me. “Who do you belong to, omega?”

My jaw opened at the protective tone in his voice. “Thomas pack. They… I… my phone is broken. I need to get to them.”

“Cal! Come on, man!”

Cal turned his head. “Shut up! This is the Gnomes’ girl.” He turned back to me. “What is going on here?”

“OPS. Please. I need to get to them.” I didn’t like to purposely whine, but I did, and all the heads in the SUV turned to look out at me.

“OPS? Are they mistreating you?” Cal lifted his hand like he was going to reach for me, but then thought better of it.

“No, it’s complicated. I’ll tell you on the way?” I knew it was risky being scared and getting into a vehicle of alphas, but I had no other choice. “They would do the same if your omega was in trouble.”

Cal narrowed his eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly. I didn’t know what button I’d pushed, but apparently them and omegas were a sensitive subject.

“Get in the front. We’re respectable alphas, but you also smell amazing and are injured.” Cal walked around the back of the SUV to the passenger side. “Out.”

The security guard or whoever it was jumped out and moved to the back without question as Cal held open the door for me.

“Thank you.” I breathed a sigh of relief as he slammed the door and got back in the back. “Kara is going to lose her shit when I tell her I got a ride from N’Pact.”

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It turnedout that N’Pact was singing the National Anthem and were late for the pregame rehearsal. I’d never been more grateful that they were well known for showing up late for events.

They unfortunately did not have any of the guys’ numbers and had only talked to them on social media, which I knew they wouldn’t be checking on a game day or really at all.

I’d just show up unannounced. That was probably for the best because if Brian knew I was coming, he’d try to stop me.

Forty-five minutes before game time, we pulled up to the entertainer and player entrance, and the driver, a nice beta named Jonathan, rolled down his window at the security hut.

The security officer came to the window with his tablet and peered into the car. “You’re late. I have N’Pact plus two. No mention of them bringing anyone else.”

“Last minute change of plans. She’s our VIP guest,” Jonathan explained smoothly. “Is that going to be an issue? If so, we’re going to have to take her all the way back to the Hollywood Hills, and well…”

The security guard glanced at me and sighed before returning to the security hut and grabbing some badges. “She’ll need to stay with you at all times and wear her badge.”

“Got it. Thank you.” Jonathan grabbed the badges that were on lanyards and passed them back to Alvaro, who distributed them as we pulled through the gates and into a parking lot at the back of the stadium.

“You’ll stay by us until we find your pack,” Alvaro directed as he handed me a VIP badge. “If we find out you’ve been lying to us…”

“I’m not.” I put the lanyard around my neck and checked my hands before getting out of the vehicle. They were scraped up, but luckily there had been a first aid kit in the SUV and I’d been able to clean them up. Too bad there wasn’t a spare cell phone.

Payne gave me a withering stare as he shut the back passenger door. “They are going to kick our asses.”

Cal came up beside him, slinging an arm around him. “Why would they do that, Payney boy?”

“She smells like us now.” He grunted and shoved off Cal’s arm.

I lifted the hem of my shirt and sniffed. It was an odd mixture of my scent, theirs, and my own pack’s. It didn’t smell bad in the slightest, but I could see why Payne was a bit concerned.

Glances were exchanged among the members of the band and Alvaro pinched the bridge of his nose, reminding me of Beck. “Let’s go find your pack.”

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