Page 27 of Knot Their Omega
To leave some sort of mark of my own.
“Astraea,” I whisper, realizing he’s the first Alpha I’ve ever been comfortable—or even confident—enough to reveal a part of my identity to. “If the stars align, we’ll meet again, Kenji.”
I don’t wait for him to reply, slipping from his presence with a spin that makes my long purple-silver locks flicker behind me in a graceful movement.
Walking away at an even pace, I can feel the intense trail of his gaze on me. In actuality, I’m positive many just witnessed our interaction because the silence surrounding us proves whatever conversations were happening in this lavish event were silenced by one distraction.
Us.
A Spark Within A Ruthless Butterfly
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“Where the fuck is Kenji?!”
“Hello to you, too, Jackass,” I calmly reply before taking a lengthy inhale of my cigarette.
I’ve been in a good mood tonight.
Truthfully, I’d be in a better mood if I got to see that little Omega at this event, but alas. We not only came in late, but I promised to be on “watch” duty.
Keeping an eye on the premises to ensure no fuckers try to bring trouble to us, particularly Kaiser.
You’d think the secret Mafia heir would have his cult of security fuckers to keep him all safe and protected, but nope.
Not Kaiser Alastor, son and heir of the top Yakuza in Japan, the Yamaguchi-gumi.
When he immigrated here ten years ago, they had to make a new “birth certificate” using Kaiser Alastor as his new English name. Honestly, Kai Yuzaka Yamaguchi-gumi flows so much nicer, but again, whatever keeps his heart beating is in his family’s best interest.
With how cunning our pack brother is, matched with being a billionaire investor with far too many connections, I can see whyhe doesn’t bring security around. He not only knows his worth, but he’s very confident everyone in this fucking country knows it as well.
And dares them to try to pick a fight with him.
The last fucker who did couldn’t be buried six feet under because he became nothing but a pile of ash. Then, the wind came by, and voila.
Bye bye, stupidity.
So, standing watch is a precaution of mockery more than anything. Anyone with bad intentions knows my pack is around, whether in half or entirety. Regardless of the options, you mess with us at your own expense. If you die, all I can say is oops.
Nate lets out a long growl before he takes a few deep breaths.
“Can you please tell me where Kenji is?” he asks, far nicer than his yelling ass a few second ago. “And good evening.”
“That’s much better,” I praise him because he, of all people, knows I don’t take that childish bullshit. You’re pissed off at the world? Cool. Take your frustration on someone else who gives a fuck, because I certainly don’t.
You have to have a stern boundary of ‘no fucks given’ as a talent manager because everyone and their aunties and uncles will do anything to get under your skin to get what they desire.
I’ve proven, despite my age, that I’m no pushover.
I’m also extremely successful and ensure every artist under my belt hits platinum in three months or less.
Nate hit it with his first record in twenty-nine days.
“As for Kenji, he’s inside with Kai, doing our Alpha duties of attending these stupid forced get-togethers in hopes of finding an Omega that thrives off our maddening energy,” I casually summarize like it’s no big deal.
It’s a shame to say none of us give a shit about these events anymore. At the peak of our young adulthood, we used to hopeto meet an Omega who saw us for who we were and not forms of financial abundance and opportunity in their midst.
Going to these events invited those prickles of nervousness and excitement, thinking this was going to be the chance. The grand opportunity to be loved and meet someone on the same wavelength.