Page 145 of Knot Their Omega

It sets off a wave of protective possessiveness through me, making it extra hard to be submissive to my Omega. Yet, the idea of tainting this moment for her holds me back.

I feel how her tongue tempts to slip into my mouth. How I don’t hesitate to give her what she heartily desires—my lips parting enough for her to have an opportunity for access.

Experiencing a woman taking the lead in a passionate lock of lips is a sensation I’m not used to, but I don’t oppose it.Heck… maybe I like it?It’s territory I’m not used to entering, but despite these circumstances, it’s something the Alpha part of me is willing to try.

To further empower our Omega once we’ve gotten through this hurdle of distress.

Despite how my lungs burn for air, I don’t pull away. I’d rather pass out due to lack of oxygen than destroy this swirling moment of redemption. Nothing can change the past and what happened to my baby sister, Suzy, but I can prevent the past from repeating itself with the Omega who rocked our world with her abrupt ascension into our lives.

Her gasp ignites mine, the two of us panting heavily for air while our faces are flushed with color. I can’t grasp my expression amid my Rebel’s eyes but admire the trinkets of realization that form in her gaze.

“Why…”

“Aren’t I running away?” I offer in return, watching as she slowly nods her head while fighting off her tears. “Why would I do that, Rebel?” My voice is as uplifting as it possibly can be, making her eyes widen further.

I can see it now.

That tiny twinkle of hope.

“Does running from our problems save us from the battle ahead?” I offer the question to her.

“No,” she quietly admits.

“Then, why would we run from this, Rebel?” I offer the question to her, allowing the chance to soak in my words and acknowledge the truth within her.

The truth beneath the bubbling layers of fear and rage.

“Because…” She works on blinking her tears. “I’m scared of losing. I… never win these challenges.”

“If that was true, would you be a multi-millionaire lyricist waiting for the right moment to walk into the spotlight and reveal what a badass, rebellious Omega you are?”

When I say those words, that spark of hope began to grow.

Blossom into a blooming sensation that makes my heart skip in glee.

“No,” she admits, agreeing with my words. “I can’t figure a way out of this.”

“Then why don’t you ask for help from those who can use their power, money, and connections in your favor?” I inquire. “And when the time is right, the money, power, and connection you carry in this vast industry will come back to aid you when you least expect it.”

It may sound too good to be true for many Omegas in this devasting world where Omegas seem to be at the bottom of the food chain, but I can see the threads of truth that begin to intertwine to build a foundation of hope within my Rebel.

“I…” I know she’s struggling to admit it, but I give her a nod of encouragement, hoping it’s the supportive push she needs to accept I’m not going anywhere.

I’m positive the others won’t leave, either.

Those in my pack, at least.

“I need help,” she squeaks the admission. “Please, Alpha?”

Even though her voice is laced with whimpering hope, the way she begs me has my cock twitching to life.

Fuck. I’m gonna need her to beg like that in bed…

“Then I’ll help you,” I vow and lean in to press a kiss to her forehead. “And when everything is all said and done, you get your control back. You don’t need to deal with us meddling in any of your affairs unless you ask us, okay?” I have to ensure she understands that this will be temporary, and that control will return to her fingertips when the timing is right.

“Okay,” she whispers in shock. It’s as if she registered how easy it could be to ask for a helping hand from an Alpha who isn’t confirmed to be hers.

Reaching to grip her chin, I gently kiss her lips as a sort of reminder that I’m walking this path with her. She may know me the least, but one thing I never fight is my Alpha instincts.

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