Page 100 of Knot Their Omega

But Kenji… I see him being able to do it. Even if I barely know him, I see him giving me that unique smile that makes his eye light up in crazed excitement, only for him to hide the depths of his pain because he doesn’t want to bother anyone.

He just wants the world to know him as the crazy drummer of Blooming Salvation.

Not an Alpha who needed a helping hand and wasn’t even offered that.

“I’ll fix it,” Icarus reassures me as he holds me tight.

My tears have stopped falling, but my heart is still aching. How do we even make things right? It doesn’t sound like Kenji has a form of resentment against Nate, but then again, what would I know? I still barely know him, but I want to.

I yearn to help him in any way I can.

“You shouldn’t have to,” I whisper before pulling back to look up into his eyes. I can see his seriousness, but I also detect his concern. He can’t hide it from me, or maybe a part of him doesn’t wish to. “We need to talk to Nate.”

“We shouldn’t be overwhelming you,” he reminds me and strokes my cheek. “You’re not used to being around a pack like this. I know you have countermeasures in place so your Heat isn’t triggered, but it doesn’t mean we should play around with that.”

“But this is important to me, too,” I urge. “I know… this is temporary and all, but the mere idea of Kenji… not… being here anymore…”

“It won’t happen,” he says like a solemn vow, staring into my eyes as if he needs me to me to believe in him. That my confidence in him will propel him forward. “I promise, Little Omega. Please, rely on me a little more.”

I want to argue and prove I’m not some weak Omega who can’t partake in helping in this situation, but this specific topic is different. This isn’t a situation that needs me to prove that I’m strong. This is where I need to be the best Omega that aids the majority in the pack.

I’m new in Kenji’s life, and even if he may want me to be his Omega like Icarus and Kai, we haven’t established a strong enough connection for my words or actions to be as impactful as they could be. Icarus can at least get to him and knows how to reassure Kenji that we all have his back.

At least until I learn more about him.

“I want to go on a date with Kenji,” I emphasize. “Well, I want to learn more about all of you, but I want him to know I’m here for him, too. Even if I’m new or just a stranger.”

“You’re no longer ‘just a stranger,’” he corrects. “I aid in the band’s schedule. Now that we know the problem at hand, we’ll work toward ensuring Kenji’s mental health is a priority. I’m sure he’d be open to the idea of therapy, though maybe having you accompany him would ease his nerves.”

“I can do that.” Therapy could help him release more emotions. “Am… I allowed to accompany with the band practice?”

Icarus thinks about it.

“Wouldn’t hurt. I’d have to get approval from the other members, and Nate will obviously have a say, but if the majority approve, it should be fine.” He looks deep in thought. “Why?”

“I think it could inspire me to write something,” I quietly admit. “I don’t want to create out of a form of pity because I don’t sympathize with the situation. The song needs to project a sense of empathy. Of understanding. Of feeling the same suffocating feeling we’ve all grasped in different severities and putting it into words. Maybe witnessing the band’s dynamics and possible pressures the musicians go through could give me a perspective that lays everything out in words that can resonate with a larger crowd.” I cross my arms over my chest while I look at the ceiling for a moment.

“My process in creation is unusual. It’s not just thinking of a topic and writing it. I have to put into experiences that let me resonate with those emotions and write whatever comes to me.”

“How do you feel now?” he whispers as his hands lightly grip my waist, pulling me close once more.

“Helpless… and ashamed I can’t do more as an Omega.” I don’t lie to him. I feel no need to. “Stuck at a crossroads, begging for a sign that will lead me down a path that aids everyone involved, but it can’t be that simple.”

“That would be a set of lyrics,” he catches on and watches as I nod.

“But if I don’t write it down fast enough, it’s gone.”

“Do you still remember what you just said?”

“Stuck at…”And poof. Gone.“Fuck.”

He smirks and places a kiss on my nose.

“This calls for a recording device.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve never thought of recording it into a device to look back at it later?” When I stare at him like he just told me to go touch grass, he smiles from ear to ear. “I’ll get you one in the morning. For now, let me go make some phone calls.”

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