Page 63 of Knot Their Omega
Just right.
God, why is she nagging at all my senses? I’ve taken my shit. Is it because I didn’t let Kenji give me a mouth fucking earlier?
“But who am I going to give the pleasure of knowing who I am?” she ponders.
Her confidence is encouraging the teasing smirk to grow on my lips.
“Kai Yuzaka Yamaguchi-gumi.” My real name rolls off my tongue without me catching onto it until it’s out in the wild. The way Nate and Kenji dart their heads my way proves I just did something insane.
When was the last time I gave anyone my real identity?
My face may be a blank canvas of calm, but my insides?They’re going wild with anxiety at my obvious mistake.
“But since we’re in America, I simply go by Kaiser Alastor. Kai, for short,” I carry on as if I didn’t fuck shit up.
“Yuzaka Yamaguchi-gumi,” she says rather fluently, clearly thinking about it for a long fifteen seconds. I’m expecting her to begin asking me twenty-one questions, but her gaze softens while her eyes beam with acceptance. “The history is mesmerizing to read about. I’m a bit of a culture nerd, so I know quite a bit of Japanese culture and traditions,” she confesses.
I’m still waiting for her to emphasize how dangerous I must be, being a direct descendant of a Yakuza, but her welcoming smile only grows.
“Astraea. I’m not from a famous or badass family line, but I do my own side hustles here and there. Particularly in the music industry, so if you heard me talking out loud, I ain’t crazy,” she announces and gives us a wink. “Well, unless you’re cool with psychotic Omegas. Our Heats are a pain in the ass to get through, so maybe we go a little crazy around that time, but other than that, I’m cool.”
“Why would you possibly go through the suffering of your Heat when you have a pack?” Nate asks like she’s an idiot. His tone gives off a demoralizing energy, which I don’t like.
“I don’t have one, stupid,” she responds right back with the same ‘use your common sense’ tone. Watching her roll her eyes only further excites me. She’s an Omega with a backbone.I likethat.“Why else would I have attended the meet that YOUR pack was at? Oh, right.” She purposely pauses to tilt her head in judgment as she looks Nate up and down.
“You weren’t there.”
“E-Excuse me?”
“You weren’t present while your pack was at the government Meet and Greet. That’s rather irresponsible, especially if you’re the leader.” She shakes her head in dismay. “But I guess Icarus has to be the lead of this pack because no way would the actual lead Alpha of a pack let his fellow brothers attend something so important while he’s doing unimportant things.”
“Unimportant things?!” he yells before he takes a few steps toward her. I’m not the only one who tenses up as he gets right in her face with an accusing finger. “Fucking bitches prettier than your ugly ass are far more important than those stupid meets where all you petty, gold-digger bitches rush to attend and take advantage of us Alphas who make a damn living!”
I hold my breath as the silence within the tour bus grows far too loud.
My eyes are glued on the pair that are inches apart, and I’m just waiting to see the glassy pools of tears in this Omega’s eyes before she cries and takes her leave.
Like they all do.
Her response has to be slow enough to piss Nate further off because he just loses his shit.
“It’s you Omegas’ fault that my tour is going to be canceled! Because you weak ass bitches can’t be submissive bitches and do what you’re born to do! All you Omegas in this world are just fucking nuisances! Little ants who try to mess with the perfection of our world! We don’t need you selfish, ugly bitches. All you’re good for is to fuck and be disposed of!” He sends insult after insult, and each sentence only makes me angrier. “I’vesacrificed YEARS for this tour. Done things no other Alpha has the balls to ensure, and now you’re here to fuck shit up! Hell no!”
He’s putting all his anger on her as if she’s the cause of his turmoil.
He points against her chest, forcing her to take a step back because the contact is with force. I have to stop Kenji from intervening with a hand grab on instinct, but even I’m struggling to contain the growl that’s threatened to escape my lips.
This is about to go too far, yet I want to know if Nate is really going to take it there on an innocent Omega.
“Knot Their Omega movement. As if you guys have autonomy. The fucking audacity of y’all! As if anyone would want to be with an Omega, especially you!” He states in pure distaste. “You’re the ugliest of them all. Blue eyes? Purple fucking hair. You’re an anomaly! What? Think you’re being some type of rebel, trying not to look like everyone else?” He laughs at his own words, as though it’s something to be proud of. “Why don’t we get to the point, so you stop wasting my valuable morning!”He points back at us, clearly aiming past us to wear the tour bus door is.
The exit.
“Get the FUCK out of my tour bus! We don’t entertain ugly cunts.”
“Nathaniel,” Kenji can’t keep silent anymore, and you can tell from his enraged expression that he’s against everything this fucker said.So am I.“You don’t even fucking know her!”
“And I don’t want to!” Nate snaps at Kenji, darting his angered fury our way. “We don’t need her. I don’t want her, and at the end of the day, I’m the leader of our pack, and what I say goes!”