Page 1 of Knot Their Omega
Knot Worthy Of Anyone
~ASTRAEA~
“Look at Miss Lyricist, writing up the next big hit that’s going to be fought over by at least ten musicians and their cocky ass agents.” I have to fight off a smirk. “Begging to be the grand winner of Blair Vesper’s masterpieces!”
I’m already rolling my eyes.
“You make thousands for each lyrical piece you write, yet you can’t reply to yet another invitation to an Omega Singles Meet ordered by the GOVERNMENT, Rae! Do I need to spell the word out for you?”
“I know how to spell?—”
“G.O.V.E.R.N.M.E.N.T!”Today is the day I can confidently conclude my best friend has lost her fucking marbles with me.“They’ll throw you in jail at this point!”
“That’s against my rights,” I grumble.
“The SOCIETY doesn’t give hoots about Omegas rights, Astraea!”
“Ugh!” I pause my penmanship as the words that were floating in my mind seem to poof like my motivation to finish this song. “Fuck! It’s gone!”
“What’s gone?”
“The lyric!” I try not to give in to the urge to crumble the entire page up and throw it into the pink garbage can at the end of my bed that’s already overflowing with crumpled balls. By the time I’m glaring at my 5’2” best friend, she’s lifting her hands in complete surrender.
“Alright. Spare me from your wrath. I can’t handle you when you get all bitchy.”
“So it’s okay for you, Miss ‘I Abandoned My Arranged Marriage’ with your cocky husband and group of rich company owners to be a rebel like your dearest best friend…” I pause to clear my throat. “Aka Moi, to live your aspired ‘Bookstagram Influencer Era’ falling in love with fictional men. Yet, I can’t continue writing songs as a side hustle that keeps us off the streets?”
My summary makes her cringe at the reminder as I add the topping to this very stale cake.
“Because SOMEONE assumed her black AMEX was going to work after ditching her hubby and pack at the altar.”
“It’s not like I assumed it would work,” she begins and runs her hand through her extremely long, curly black locks. “I only miscalculated how fast my family would cut me off for pulling such a heinous stunt. Then again, they were also fasting all morning, so I’m going to assume they were hangry when I ran for the hills in my Swarovski crystal Saree!”
When she realizes I’m not going to be swooned out of pity, she crosses her arms over her chest and pouts.
“Alright. I didn’t have a game plan when I did that, so thank you to my loving best friend of ten years for writing passionate songs for desperate musicians and keeping a roof over our heads.”
“Woof!”
We look down at the two pomskies sitting at our feet with their panting expressions of happiness.
“And somehow convincing the manager of this Omega haven to allow us to keep our pomskies!” She drops to the floor and gives them all the hugs and kisses.
It only takes a few pets and smothering hugs for the duo to be shaking out their fur and running away to play with my stack of wasted paper in the corner.
With a sigh, I give up being mad because my bestie is right.
I can’t run from this shit forever. No matter how rebellious I am.
“I know you have a point, Karma,” I mutter and take my turn running my hands through my silver locks. “But…”
Where do I even begin with a messed-up past like mine?
“Hey.” I don’t realize she’s hovering over me with a saddened expression until her small, delicate hands are pressing into my cheeks. “Why don’t we ask Velvet if there’s any way of delaying this thing? I mean, I know we’re of age now that we’re nineteen, but these events mostly have much older men. Like over twenty-five. We could ask if there’s a way to be offered a different way of meeting some younger packs?”
She doesn’t sound hopeful at all, but it’s the effort I admire the most.
“Yeah. Why don’t we ask her tomorrow? I’m going to go super early to the gym so I can avoid the Alpha traffic of hell. Don’t want to go into Heat in that crowded manhole.”