Page 79 of Knot Their Omega
“You shouldn’t be so accepting about that,” he mutters and gives me a side look. “You should be afraid of me.”
“You’re not scary to me,” I admit. “And it’s not like you ever had intentions of hurting me. I’m not a threat to you, and you’re basically a savior to me by helping me and my dogs. No one fears what won’t hurt or threaten them.”
“True.”
“So the fire burned your enemies, and you now have five puppies,” I summarize. “I should write you in a book.”
“So, you write stories for work?”
Oh, snap.
“Sort of,” I admit. “It’s pretty broad. You can say I’m a writer in various areas, and people get to request my services. They keep coming back, so I guess I do a decent job,” I confess without seeming suspicious. I’m not necessarily lying because it’s true with what I do. “Show biz is usually a popular area of demand. Everyone always needs something. Music creation. Lyrics. Documentaries and memos. Some request album titles. It’s endless.”
“Which makes you always in demand,” he concludes and seems pleased. “I like that. Makes you self-sufficient and in control of your flow of income and workload.”
“Which is something I don’t want to be taken away from me when my pack comes along,” I shyly admit.
“It won’t,” he admits. “When the time comes, we’ll just have to vouch for that.”
“You guys are going to vouch against another pack who wants me?” I offer.
“Mhmm,” he says with a twinkle in his eye that tells me he’ll use violence if he has to. “Nothing a little blackmail can’t fix.”
“Why do I have a strong feeling you’re more diabolical than Icarus?”
“Icarus is diabolical,” Kai emphasizes. “He’s just loud about it.”
“While you’re quiet to the point no one will ever see it coming.”
“Bang. You win.”
That makes me giggle.
“You don’t talk a lot, though.”
“I’m coming to realize that,” he admits, looking a bit confused himself. “It’s not like I don’t like talking. It’s more so that everyone around me usually isn’t good at striking and keeping a conversation. Half the time, they’re asking stupid shit. Then you have Nate, who just yells and whines because he’s a pick-me type of guy. The only ones I don’t mind talking with are Kenji and Icarus, but that’s because they know what I like to talk about.” He leans against the couch and looks at the ceiling.
“I don’t know. Talking feels like a waste of time if you’re not giving valuable information that heightens your relationship with another. Why waste oxygen saying things that the people in your company don’t care about? Most people give a shit about themselves and what they can get out of you. Only a few genuinely wish to listen and understand your situation.”
He’s absolutely right.
“Especially when dealing with Alphas and Omegas. Alphas have become so conceited in their own ego, ambitions, and accomplishments that every conversation is as if they’re tryingto prove something. It’s annoying because what would another Alpha need to know about you being an all-star at gambling or being able to take eleven shots and not die?”
That’s a lot funnier than I realize, and I’m laughing a little too hard.Hearing someone like Kai complain seems like something he doesn’t do with everyone, but to have him open up to me so swiftly makes my Omega heart swell with excitement.
“Please tell me someone didn’t tell you that?”
“Not only did they tell me that, but they proceeded to show videos of them doing the act like they won an Olympic gold medal,” Kai says and shakes his head.
“The audacity.” I giggle.
“Ugh, it is questionable,” Kai emphasizes. “Then there’re the Omegas who only want you for what can be brought to the table. Like our existence is to be rich enough to support every single trend and desire they acquire because they’re an Omega. There’s nothing wrong with spoiling an Omega. That’s the purpose when we look into dynamics and how we’re genetically made between Alphas and Omegas, but the Omegas now think it’s a right to profit from us in all areas. A give and give relationship that can’t stop giving or else we’re deemed useless.”
“That’s the impression they’ve given you? All of them?” I never really looked at things from an Alpha’s perspective.
“Not just an impression,” Kai admits. “That’s how it’s been since our Alpha instinct began kicking in.” He stares at the ceiling again.
I can see a flicker of disappointment in the lines of his face.