Page 36 of Knot Their Omega
Everything seems to hit me like a slap in the face, making my head pound.It’sprobably the alcohol’s fault.Truthfully, that could have been why something so simple as being tossed like a rag doll against a wall took me out far too fast.
Ugh, so fucking embarrassing.
I’m humiliated enough to wish I could go back to sleep. I’ve learned through my problematic mother—who emphasizes how easy it is to be murdered as an Omega, matched with my survivalinstincts—to assess your surroundings when your ‘enemy’ is unaware of your consciousness.
Though, I don’t think I’ve ever considered this Alpha in particular an enemy in the slightest. Just a sexy hot fucker who I want to climb, bang, and do far too many sinful things with.
It takes far too long to pull myself out of that thought, but I’m tuning back into the conversation at hand because an unfamiliar gruff voice is echoing through a speaker.
“I get it, Icarus, but we’re desperate! This is our only shot. Everyone knows Vesper’s work gets artists platinum with just his mention! We’d give our life savings to get a song written by him!”
Wait…
They’re talking about Blair Vesper.
Aka me…
“You think I don’t have every one of my artists begging to get on Vesper’s roster? It must be such an easy task that works by voicing how desperate you are to gain platinum status. Tell me something that hasn’t been stated by every band and artist ever,” the Alpha, who I realize is Icarus, announces with a nonchalant tone. “And call me by my name again, and I’ll ignore your phone calls for six months straight. Don’t question whether I can do that or not because I can and will if you test me.”
“My apologies, Mr. Morrigan.”
Hold on…Morrigan. Like Morrigan StarCaptors Corp? The security company… the one Kamari was saying is owned by the talent manager of the Alpha Rockstar trending… Holy fucking hell. Is it him?!
“I-I understand the predicament and the hardship it would take to be acknowledged by Vesper, but this is the perfect timing. With that Omega movement going on, we need favor before things turn for the worse. You know our band has been very vocal about our disdain in treating Omegas like…”
“Like actual beings of our society who are important and drive our success,” Icarus grumbles. “Oh, right. Your group doesn’t believe in all that fateful bullshit, yes?”
“Mr. Morrigan, it’s more than that,” he groans in dismay. “C’mon, you’re in the same boat as us, aren’t you? I’m not sure if the rumors and stuff are true, but isn’t Morelli in agreement with our viewpoints? Omegas now are all entitled. They use themselves as bait to get the group of Alphas who will contribute to their addictive behavior to all this luxury bullshit that does nothing but accessorize them. It’s a money pit of waste.”
From the thick disdain in this man’s voice, he hates us Omegas.
What did we do to you, bud?
“Morelli has plenty of trauma and experience to despise Omegas in his way, but he’s not wasting my time, speaking utter foolishness as if this conversation is free,” Icarus grumbles.
“W-Wait, you’re charging me?
“Every second you waste of my life, yes,” Icarus reveals. “Surprisingly enough, I have a life outside of managing your lot of fuckers who are becoming rather demanding and ungrateful lately. What? You think because your album sales have risen due to that viral post, which so happened to be from a trending Omega fan, that you’re suddenly worth my time?”
The way Icarus laughs sends a chill through me because it’s menacing and yet satisfying to listen to. He doesn’t realize how his defense and annoyance make my heart flutter at being defended by him. He’s not necessarily defending me specifically, but it’s amazing to hear an Alpha boldly defend us without reaping some sort of benefit.
“W-We’re doing superb before that, but it is a bonus. Didn’t know she was an Omega,” he defends immediately. “Asides doesn’t mean we don’t have talent. We can become all-stars. Getgigs left and right if we have that final push we need. Vesper is the way to go. He can surely give us a chance.”
“Chances cost money,” Icarus huffs. “Money your group hasn’t earned. Do you think a few million is going to get you a song from Vesper? If you don’t know, the last song sold by him was a twenty-five million bidding war.”
“TW-TW-TWENTY-FIVE MILLION?!”
When you hear it spoken like that, I guess I am rather pricey. I haven’t looked at the numbers much since I let Velvet assist me with the money part. Gives me anxiety watching those bids, so I ask Velvet to make sure everything looks fine and dandy and pay her a generous amount to keep things rolling and money depositing where it needs to.
My anxiety revolving around money stems from my childhood, despite us being wealthy. I’ve always had the impression money will vanish when you least expect it, so I fight to ensure it’s always flowing from different streams.
It doesn’t mean I don’t know how rich I am, but more so, I act oblivious most of the time.
Like they say, ignorance is bliss.
“Before tax,” Icarus says with a hint of mockery in his voice. “That would take your group about two years to make consistent sales at the current pace.A year and a half if your merch sales suddenly pop off. Regardless, I’ll tell you this now. Vesper isn’t going to be a trump card for your success and prosperity in this world of endless competition. True talent stands out. Sure, handouts are all fine and dandy, but I remember when signing your group that you didn’t want the easy way out. You genuinely wanted fame and to gain it at a pace that would produce ongoing success, regardless of the ups and downs.”
He allows his elaboration to sink in before continuing.