Page 75 of Knot Their Omega
“WOOF!” Blaze responds.
“HOWL!” Ember begins to howl, and Blaze follows suit. It’s as if they’re trying to mimic the agonizing sound that went on for far too long.
“Yes, yes. It was horrible,” I appease them. “That’s why you both need a nice big bone to calm you down, yes?”
“WOOF WOOF!” they say in unison, shaking their tails wildly.
“Alright. Let me go get them,” I declare and rise. Spinning around and heading to the kitchen, I feel a bit of ease, hearing them race behind me in excitement. “Where did I put it?”
I get Ember and Blaze treats regularly, but these specific treats are hard to get because they’re imported. They’re also super expensive, but money is nothing when it comes to my pups. It takes a bit of concentrated digging, but before long, I have two large bones waiting to be devoured.
“Got it,” I say in praise, turning around to realize the two cuties aren’t sitting waiting for me to offer their bones. “Hmm?” Where did they go?
Going back into the living room rewards me with the sight of Kai sitting on the floor with both pups snuggled at his sides like a puppy sandwich. His legs are crossed, allowing each pup to have a designated knee to rest their heads on while their bodies are curled up against his side.
He’s stroking their heads simultaneously, allowing the two to be calm, to the point I realize they may have fallen asleep. Lowering the bones on the counter as quietly as I can, I slowly make my way to them after grabbing my phone. Without hesitation, I take a few photos until the final shot is Kai raising his head to look my way.
“Oops,” I whisper before feeling the heat swell to my cheeks in embarrassment. “Sorry. I should have asked.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” he confesses. “Take as many as you want.”
“A-Are you sure?” I’m surprised how he seems so ‘easygoing’ with me. It’s odd to acknowledge, especially after the confrontation with Nate, where it seemed like Kai couldn’t give any regard to the man’s temper tantrum.
When we were leaving, he didn’t even bother saying a verbal farewell to the Alpha in question. He just said bye to Kenji and casually sat in the car.
He seems close to Kenji, though. Like they’re best friends, but maybe more than that. My instincts could be wishing for something that’s not there, but I’ll have to observe the two a bit more to see whether or not they’re just really close friends or something is brewing between them.
Either one, I’m all for it, but I just don’t know how I’ll fit in the loop.
It’s a dumb thought to have because, realistically, I’m their temporary Omega until we can figure out a way for Nate’s career not to be dependent on him having an Omega.
Maybe that’s why the Alphas are doing this violent outcry—to get things to change back to how they were. The government will surely play to their tune because they don’t care about us Omegas. They care about what benefits the Alpha collective.
We simply “benefit” from this ecosystem of lust and baby-making. It’s only wishful thinking to believe we can find some sort of middle ground without consequences.
Like being locked up.
When I’m done taking photos, I quietly sit on the sofa and watch as he keeps stroking their heads. Now that they’re asleep, I don’t want to wake them up with me shuffling around.
Staring around, I feel the climb of anxiousness forming in the pit of my stomach, desperate to rise upward until it’s choking my throat and leaving me quaking in a panic attack. Biting my lip, hoping it’ll pass, I try to ignore how hot it feels or how tightly I’m clenching my fists.
“Astraea.”
The tone of Kai’s voice forces me to blink out of my spiraling thoughts, my eyes darting to where he’s staring at me with seriousness.
“Y-Yes?”
“That’s the third time I called you,” he confesses, which makes me cringe.
“Ah. My apologies.” I need to get out of my thoughts. “I didn’t even offer you water or something to eat. Let me just?—“
“Are you scared of staying here?” He gets to the point, forcing me to pause in trying to uncross my legs to get off the sofa.
“What?”
“Are you afraid of staying here?” he asks again. “Are you worried about your safety here?”
“N-Not necessarily,” I confess and try not to look down like a submissive Omega would. I’ve never been asked by a male if I’m worried about anything. Sure, Knox has asked me, but he asks in a more parental manner.