Page 19 of Knot Their Omega
No way did I want to be “fake” and try to convince these set of Alphas that I was a doll who would always look flawless, but on special occasions like these, I feel as though Alphas are looking for Omegas who can dress and fit any occasion when randomly requested to do so.
This could explain why the last-minute invitation was so crucial.
Wearing a dark red dress that hugged my curves and pulling out my very limited-edition Tainted Crimson red bottoms—Christian Louboutin, of course—I knew whoever would be in attendance wouldn’t simply stare and believe I was an easy catch.
Sure, my ass was being hugged like a choked blown-up glove, but when playing with a group of horny fuckers, you have to enjoy a game of seductive taunting.
If this look gets a few Alpha packs racing my way, I’ll have to dive into another hobby in the realm of making Omega Guides.
How To Win Any Alphas Cock for Dummies… err… Beginners.
My purse was a Judith Leiber Crystal bag that cost a lovely ten thousand dollars to match the set of jewelry clocking my neck, fingers, and wrist that were all from Swarovski.
Finally, my red lips and rosy cheeks made my bright cyan-blue eyes sparkle as though they were their own set of diamonds. I was tempted to opt for Dior, but every Omega had Dior.
Usually black because they used the same bag for every expensive occasion, which was now deemed tacky and predictable.
Overall, I looked fucking good. Like a true dessert that wishes to be present, noticed, admired, and respected for the quality of time taken to create such a divine delight. Those who have weak egos will squander away, assuming this is all Daddy’s money and not my own.
Good. Trying to avoid judgmental assuming fuckers.
Deep down, I was secretly hoping that Alpha from the gym would be present. I didn’t have the guts to try to ask Knox if he saw a big-ass dude that looked similar to him.
Knox never had kids, so the mere idea of him being related to Knox in any way went down the drain, but to meet an Alpha who worked out for their wellbeing and not to flaunt was unique in itself.
As if I know this man. He could be like any other Alpha taking steroids to be all big and mighty while their rut blockers kick their asses.
I was hoping he just wasn’t one of them.
C’mon, Astraea. You’re not meeting him again.That was just a one-hit opportunity that Mr. Sexy Beast of a Fucker walked away from.
Okay.
I was still mad about that.
Bite me.
“Let’s get snapping before the sun leaves,” Kamari urges as if we’re on the clock and time is of the essence. It only makes me giddy because I enjoy watching my best friend get lost in taking photos and doing what she passionatelyloves.
Better than worrying about how her life was flipped upside down and fucked over by her own family and the pack thatshould have plagued her with happiness instead of constant regret.
“So this movement?” I remind her when she’s approved of her final snapshot of me. “You have fifteen minutes to bless me with your acquired knowledge before I get my alter-ego out and attempt not to come home with a pack of crazed Alphas.”
The way Kamari is losing in laughter only makes me smile further.
“Right!” She walks over to the kitchen island and sets her phone down so she can give me her full attention. “The Knot Their Omega movement just got passed in legislation this afternoon. Like, this is breaking news, Astraea!”
“The what-what now?” I’m looking at her with a confused expression while I try to decipher this movement’s name. “Knot Their Omega?”
“Yup! It’s an official movement launched by seven top Omegas. Top as in the seven richest Omegas. I believe this has been in the works for months, and they were getting donations from other Omegas, similar to a whole donation organization. Omegas in the six to seven-figure range were donating to this foundation since it was a perfect write-off and to a good cause. Not knowing that this very organization’s purpose was to put a stop to Omegas’ mistreatment in our society. I forgot the organization name… um… something with a N?”
“Noctuary Larissa Organization for Helpless Omegas?” The name rolls off my tongue automatically. That leaves Kamari staring at me like an agape fool.Guess I should explain.“Velvet told me about it when I first started to make real good money with my songwriting. I was freaking out when I wrote that song for Eilish, and it went triple platinum. She gave me a hefty bonus, and I still get royalties from it. I knew taxes were going to be a bitch since I hadn’t moved my business to be an abroad corporation, so Velvet advised I started contributing to thisorganization.” I break down the essential information, so I don’t need to go into every detail of how this came to be.
“Noctuary Larissa Organization was the only Omega donation that wasn’t being forced to shut down. You know, other organizations were popping up left and right, but when they did background checks on their organizers, they were all Alphas trying to act like Omegas.”
“The fucking audacity,” Kamari exclaims with an eye roll.
“Tell me about it. As if we’re not used and abused enough. Why not steal donations meant to help us to add it to the list.” It was insulting when I researched it. I wrote a rock song that night, expressing all my anger. It was picked up the next day for seven figures, and that was my first donation to N.L.O.I was fucking proud of that one.“I went to see the organization for themselves, and they do what Velvet does. Make Havens across the city and now the world, aiding Omegas who’ve been outcasts and run away.”