Page 61 of Knot Their Omega
I’m fighting hard not to roll my eyes at his utter stupidity.
Kenji frowns before he shakes his head.
“Nate, I know I’m a psychotic mess, but you’re just a blind douche if you think an Omega’s purpose is to be a sex doll for your needs, and that’s it,” he emphasizes. “Alphas are meant to have Omegas. We need them to survive and function long term. You’re just mad we’ve yet to find one because you’re a douche.”
“I’m NOT a douche!” he snaps. “And it’s not my fault all the Omegas are weak ass bitches who can’t take a few truthful words. Now, stop talking about useless shit that’s not helping me solve MY current dilemma.”
“Ours,” Kenji and I say in unison, which leaves Nate shaking in pure rage.
“Would you two?—”
The sound of the toilet flushing catches our attention, leaving us no choice but to turn our heads to the door that opens not a second later.
If that sweet, delightful scent was strong before, it flows outward like a glorious perfume, leaving me in a state of stillness as a familiar woman walks into view.
Whatever words are ready to come out of my mouth are on pause. I have no choice but to admire the beauty I saw at the Meet and Greet talking to Kenji. The girl with the lavender hair with bits of silver.
The stunning red dress. The perfect curves. The embodiment of confidence that commanded the room. The Omega who got everyone’s attention without even trying.
And here she is.
On the tour bus.
She is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sparkling headphones on her head. She has an apple pen in her hand and a familiar iPad, which I know is Icarus’ due to the silver sticker case in her grasp. She strolls over to the counter before the bedroom, only a few steps away from us, not noticing our lingering gazes.
It’s as if she’s deep in thought, and how we seem to pick up on her mumbling proves she’s in her world of creation.
“If this is the song, these lyrics don’t match at all. Why the hell would they give a happy ensemble when this song is meant to be depressing as fuck?” she says in dismay.
God. Her voice is making my cock twitch.
Just her voice.
It has a tenderness to it, yet her words emphasize a frisky nature. It’s odd to acknowledge because why should I give a fuck?
“Who the fuck made this shit? This has to be redone.” She’s shaking her head as if whatever she’s listening to isdisappointing. “No wonder Icarus wants to get rid of them. Good riddance.” She’s looking at the iPad screen, skipping through the pages until she pauses to tilt her head to one side.
Just seeing the cute pout that forms on her dark, glossy purple lips from the side angle makes me want to admire her up close.
She’s a beauty at this distance, so imagine being inches from her face.
I’ve never had such a reaction to an Omega.
Women never really interested me…
Yet, I’m second-guessing things now.
“Nathaniel Morelli?”
The way Nate’s name rolls off her tongue has the man in question visibly tensing up.As if he’s in trouble.As for me, I’m fighting off a growl that threatens to rumble against my throat.
As though I’m suddenly jealous that she’s not saying my name…
“Hmmm. Who the fuck is that?”
The way my jaw drops matches Kenji’s, the two of us speechless while we watch Nate’s entire face go red.
Oh, no.