Page 146 of Knot Their Omega

Those warning bells tell me Rebel is the prize worth fighting for.

That’s why we’re not giving in without a fight.

“My Rebel could use a nap, though,” I note with a hint of worry, realizing how sick she looks. Since she’s not warning me of feeling dizzy or lightheaded, I can assume she just needs to rest it off for an hour or two. “C’mon. You can sleep in the corner of the studio. There’s a nice little nest there. They deep clean it after every session to avoid imprinting scents on the furniture.

“Nap,” she repeats. “Yeah. That would be nice, honestly.”

I can see the hint of weary lines forming on her forehead, but I stop them from completely brewing as I grip her face once more and kiss her.

She moans at my touch, the sound lost in the hollows of my mouth but not forgotten. My mind keeps hold of that sound as if it’s a secret passcode to all my hidden secrets, my cock twitching and hoping to ignite that sound out of her again and again.

“We’ll work things out and make sure nothing is set in stone,” I reassure her and quietly add, “Except you being our Omega permanently.”

“You’d… want that?” she asks in surprise. “Even though you barely know me, and your younger brother hates me?”

“My younger brother hates everyone,” he acknowledges what must be the truth in regard to Nathaniel Jr. “As for barely knowing you, that’s any relationship that transpires the first time. We’re all strangers, coming together at various ages of life and celebrating the coexistence we share with another individual who was once an unknown stranger until our paths crossed.”

I wipe away what seems like the last set of tears to grace her beautiful cheeks before pulling her into a hug and rubbing her back. The embrace calms her instantly—such a simple actionof comfort can make her melt into my hold that serves as protection.

We stay still for a little longer before we head to the studio. I offer my hand to her, which has her looking down at it in confusion.

“Phone,” I encourage.

She doesn’t ask questions. She just offered me the device after opening the code.

I scroll through her contacts, find who I want to call, and look back at her to see whether she’ll let me do what my instincts are begging me to uphold. The level of trust in her gaze tells me whatever I do now, she’ll go along with it. Whether that’s calling her mother to say fuck off or blocking her entirely.

I have a different plan instead.

Pressing the chosen number of my decree, it rings three times before someone picks it up.

“Astraea?” The rumble of a voice makes me a bit intimidated by the thick power of Alpha laced in the stated name, but I stand my ground. “Is there an emergency? You rarely call me.”

“Did you know your wife is trying to sell off your daughter to a pack of fuckers for money?”

I see the realization form on Astraea’s face as her eyes widen like saucers. She can’t say a word because my other finger presses on her lips, encouraging her to stay silent for me to let my plan play out.

There’s a moment of silence before the authoritative voice further depends.

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Nathaníel Morelli. The Alpha who’s going to do every rebellious thing to ensure your daughter remains my Omega and no stranger Alphas steal her from my pack,” I boldly declare with as much authority as I can muster.

I wouldn’t say I have a strong Alpha presence, especially when compared to Icarus, but it tips me over the edge enough, and my anger can do miraculous things in this power-dynamic society.

“So, I’m calling you as a warning, seeing as your wife is set in her ways in making Astraea feel like a trapped mouse with no way fucking out,” I growl. “So, pick your poison. Either you figure shit out and deal with your Omega or face the consequences of never talking to your daughter again.”

“Y-You dare to threaten me?” he barks.

“I’ll threaten every single fucking person who’s going to sit back, intentionally or not, and watch the Omega catapulted into our lives for the better get hurt,” I vow. “Because unlike you, I know what sleezebag money shark Alphas do to the Omegas who have no family to shield them from the harsh reality of our society. I know the way they abuse and destroy the light of purity in the depths of their eyes.

“The daughter you’re worried about would be better six feet under than in the clutches of bastards who will give a pinch of money and cut your wife off the moment they’re out of the fucking country. So, I’m giving you the choice now. Fix it, or you’ll lose the right to ever be in your Omega daughter’s life again.”

“You could be bluffing.”

“Oh, you know I’m not bluffing,” I vouch in mockery. “But want to hear a glimpse for yourself? Fine.”

After putting the phone on speaker, I offer it to Astraea, hovering it close to her ear while lowering my finger to her lips. We share a look before I nod in encouragement, hoping she’ll follow my lead.

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