Page 25 of Knot Their Omega
“I’d love to see you try,” I offer in return, ready to break this man’s nose before he can lay a hand on me. I’m already mapping it out in my mind—the switch in my mindset encouraging my breathing to slow further so I can focus my attention on any form of movement.
“You fucking cunt ass bitch,” he snarls, and I’m positive he’s going to grab my neck with the jerk movement of his right arm, but I notice the movement from my left. A pale arm comes in front of my neck swiftly enough to block the potential grab that seems to look like a punch now that Dark Coffee Spinach’s fist has been stopped.
“Now, now. Who said you can touch my Sweet Hummingbird?”
I blink, immediately catching the Korean accent that comes from my left. The way my body purrs from the sound has my gaze swiftly looking for the source. That leaves me frozen in place as lips lightly press on my forehead in the form of a greeting.
The touch sets my insides on fire, while between my legs is pooling with slick in seconds.Mere seconds!I have to thank myself for remembering to take a perfume blocker before getting into the Uber, or else this place would be a floral destination.
Or plagued with whatever scent I give off.
Turquoise Blue eyes meet mine, making me realize they have to be contact lenses because of how vividly bright theyare. Then there are the platinum white strands of hair, the style one of the popular Soft Leaf Cut that fits his sharp jawed face. His complexion looks naturally pale and proves to further compliment his flawless complexion.
I’m more intrigued by the single silver earring hanging from his left ear, the cross symbol further accessorized with a few hanging chains. That’s just one of the piercings along his cartilage, but it looks like he removed any other jewelry that accessorizes his left ear.
What I can’t ignore is the silver lip ring. It’s so subtle against his peachy pink lips that are smooth and even have a hint of gloss, but it makes me giddy, as though I’m meeting some sort of rebel in the flesh.
His grin is both cocky and playful, and compared to Dark Coffee Spinach and Dirty Orange, his confidence doesn’t rile my buttons in the slightest. His presence immediately calms my need to defend myself.
As though he has me covered.
“Sorry we’re late, Sweetie,” he gives me the perfect puppy eye look as he reaches over to trail his thumb along my bottom lip.
I can barely breathe while my attention is glued to this man for multiple reasons.
“The traffic tonight is extra heinous thanks to the protest happening on 19th. Amusing, to say the least. I thought it was Omega fans desperate to meet Morelli, but I guess not.”
Who’s Morelli?
“Who the fuck are—” Dark Coffee Spinach tries to say, but the attendant is not only back, she’s muffling a squeal. She quickly places my bill on the table so she could give this man her full attention.
“Mr. Baek?! I-I-I didn’t know you’d be at one of these events!” She’s trying her best to keep her voice down as sheproceeds to try her best to rip a blank sheet. “C-C-Can I please have your autograph?! My peers would never believe I met you!”
“Certainly,” he said with a taunting smirk. There’s something about it that’s far different, though. Compared to how he was looking my way mere seconds ago with a ray of warmth and sunshine, he looks at this woman with a projected coldness.A fake mask that projects feigned emotions that please the viewers who fall prey to the illusion.
“Who the fuck is this?” Dark Coffee Spinach repeats his demand.
Dirty Orange elbows his shoulder, looking clearly threatened by Mr. Baek’s arrival.
“Shut the fuck up, Alvin! It’s Kenji Baek! Fucking millionaire.”
“Well, I’m more than just a millionaire,” he chips in with a low chuckle while his eyes slowly move to acknowledge the two men who grow stiff by the tense shift in the air. I’m not hallucinating with that because I feel it, too.
It’s odd to acknowledge or try to describe how it feels—this sense of predator was ready to take his claim and would eliminate anyone who dared try to interfere. Maybe this is what it feels like to have an Alpha’s aura overpower you into silent submission, but this is the first time I’ve seen it working against other Alphas.
Heck, this is the first time of me reacting to the heavy blanket of power.
I’m not sure I like or hate it.
“Though, I can’t hold it against you lot. Why do I recognize you two specifically…” He leans his head off to one side, allowing the low beaming light to further reflect on his handsome face, which only grows in attractiveness when hints of shadow contour it perfectly. “Aren’t you two part of the Rosedale pack?”
The duo perks up with excitement, as though being acknowledged by a potential celebrity Alpha is an accomplishment.
“Didn’t your entire pack file for bankruptcy earlier today?”
The realization that flusters across their faces confirms the truth in his words. The attendant is gasping as she looks at the men with a baffled expression that swiftly turns into seriousness.
“The Elite organizers of this exclusive event do not allow Alpha packs who are filing bankruptcy or currently in the process to attend such prestigious networking collaborations,” she hisses. “You all signed documents at the front door affirming these rules. Lying is prohibited and has immense consequences, including being blacklisted from all future events.”