Page 24 of Knot Their Omega
Velvet, Kamari, and even Knox have warned me not to drink at events.
The more I drink, the bolder I get, and goodness.
I can’t back down from fights or challenges.
I’m a wild mess, but after such a boring evening when I worked hard to look so fucking good, I couldn't care less now.
In the words of my bestie, ‘YOLO.’
“Excuse me?” He huffs while his face is already getting red.
“Who’s the sexy hottie?” A guy with dirty orange hair walks over to the fuming dude. His suit is just tacky. Black and inexpensive because it’s far too ‘shiny.’ I’m looking at men who are trying to project they’re well-off, but they’re not.
There’s nothing wrong with that, but be honest. Don’t con the world into thinking you’re some millionaire when you’ve never sniffed the air of that tax bracket.
“Miss Sol,” the guy mocks my name, and I’m pretty glad I didn’t use my full name of Soleil, or they would know exactly which wealthy family I come from.
With five extremely successful Fathers, my mother’s drama is nothing in comparison to their utmost success in the Alpha Society.
Since Alphas, in general, typically overshadow Omega’s achievements to begin with, their flaws are brushed under the rug just as quickly.
“Well, Miss Sol. Why are you over here and not at our table?” Dirty Orange wonders. “Our boys are waiting.”
“I declined the offer,” I say with a slight shrug. “I have other important appointments to attend to.”
“What’s more important than meeting with worthy Alphas of the Rosedale pack?” Dark Coffee Spinach barks. “No one would miss out on such a graced opportunity.”
Rosedale pack…
“It’s a shame I have to be the first,” I conclude, not budging away from the idea of getting the fuck out of here. I’m over this entertainment bullshit.
“Stubborn Omegas like you need to remember your place,” Dark Coffee Spinach snarls as his hand comes down on the table while he leans further in to growl in my face.
The sound should rile me up or maybe leave me trembling in fear, but I don’t react to it at all.Odd.I realized long ago that I don’t react to many Alphas as I should.
Other Omegas are forced to submit to any Alpha’s dominance, but me, it’s never been that way. Even my fathers struggled to tame me when I’d have tantrums when I was little.They must have been thankful that I didn’t have many, or else that would have been troublesome—and noticeable.
“I remember very clearly where I stand on the hierarchy, Black Coffee Spinach,” I mutter as I grin defiantly, noticing how he wrinkles his nose as though he’s struggling hard to inhale my scent up close.
He can try to hide it all he wants, but his eyes that fill with lust and hunger can’t keep his desires concealed. He likes what he sees and enjoys my scent, and I’m sure his mind is going into overdrive, desperately envisioning what sinful things he’d love to do with me.
Alphas always enjoy getting ahead of themselves.
“Black Coffee Spinach?” Dirty Orange ponders with a look that questions my audacity. “Is that what he smells like to you?”
“You’ve got some brains, Dirty Orange,” I toss the double-handed compliment insult. There’s no need to sugarcoat anything right now. I have no intention of being around these men ever again, so why do I have to be all submissive and kind to a set of fuckers who can’t give me an ounce of respect.
They sure respect the idea of fucking me, but that’s it.
“D-Dirty Orange,” he gasps in horror before he looks at his appearance. “I bathed today just for the occasion.”
Why does that tell me that bathing isn’t an essential daily activity on this man’s agenda?
“That snarky lip of yours won’t be saying much when it’s forced around my cock and stuck with my knot in it!” Dark Coffee Spinach snarls.
“It would never get down to that because I don’t get on my knees for just any Alpha,” I offer as I lean back in the cushioned seat, staring into the glaring eyes of this Alpha, who is trembling in frustration. “Why don’t we stop this nonsense? Your tactics of control aren’t working their charm, Dark Coffee Spinach. If we look at the book of hierarchy between Alphas, Betas, andOmegas, it looks like your controlling charm has malfunctioned tonight. Could be the alcohol, but you don’t look relatively tipsy unless you’re broken.”
“B-Broken?” he growls, and I’m sure it’s taking him everything not to punch me in the face.Not a good sign.“You think because that new movement was approved that I can’t drag you by the hairs to the alleyway and fuck that bitch attitude out of you?”