Page 158 of Knot Their Omega

“Nothing can be undone… and you’ll have to live with the regret and consequences that follow. Understood?”

He laughs before leaning back and looking down at our Omega as though her words mean nothing.

“This pack will regret choosing your weak, little cunt over me.”

He doesn’t wait for anyone to react to his words. He grabs his leather jacket from the chair while wiping his dripping brokennose, which I’m surprised is still functioning. I realize he must be on something to not be in severe pain.

On some sort of drug… which may explain his current reaction and behavior.

“You guys made your bed,” Nate declares boldly as he reaches the door. “Choosing an Omega over me is going to be your biggest mistake. Enjoy lying in your regret, all thanks to that bitch.”

He slams the door behind him.

Permission To Be Free

~ASTRAEA~

“You sent it to my family’s house?” I mutter into the phone with annoyance before punching at the hanging bag that’s been taking every tedious blow I can give. “I swore I changed my information on the system.”

“My apologies, Miss Soleil. I’d request for the documents to be redirected, but the package was already accepted.”

“Ugh,” I groan, losing the motivation to keep punching the shit out of the punching bag. I’m already dripping with sweat, barely catching my breath. “It’s fine. I’m sure my mom accepted the package, but she won’t open it unless she wants a lawsuit thrown her way.”

“I believe she learned from the last incident, Miss.”

I smirk at the reminder.

“Much appreciated, Adam. I’ll handle it. Let the client know I’m not home as of now but will return in a few weeks’ time,” I instruct while I let my tense shoulders relax a little. “I’ll deal with getting the documents and returning them promptly upon my return.”

“I’ll ensure the message is delivered to them, Miss Soleil. Again, I apologize for the mishap.”

“No worries,” I assure him.Already done. Can’t change anything by getting mad over it. “I’ll check back in upon my return.”

“Thank you, Miss Soleil.”

Listening to the line go dead gives me a sense of relief while anxious fluttering stirs in the pit of my stomach. Closing my eyes and lifting my head farther back, I try to take deep breaths in hopes of not panicking over this.

Everything has felt like a blur of action the last few days, especially with the tour literally days away. Rumors have been circulating, trending topics about the potential idea of the lead singer dropping Blossom Salvation right before the tour launches.

I’m sure it was a paid ploy to sabotage the band, courtesy of their very own pack leader who said ‘fuck y’all’ and walked out of the studio a week ago.

We haven’t really sat down and talked about that day properly, but I can feel the heaviness Nate’s actions did on the rest of the pack.

The ones he said were supposed to be his friends.

I can only imagine the sacrifices Icarus, Kenji, and Kai have made in the past for Nate. The excuses and constant need to protect his ass so he could be successful.

It hurts to imagine all the things they stopped themselves from having or enjoying so he could propel in life. Just thinking of that day with Nate and Nathaníel confronting each other in that tense moment was enough to prove that Nathaníel went through so much shit, all because he’s the twin labeled as some sort of enemy to those he once loved and cherished.

Maybe he still cares about his parents, but their ease in discarding him due to their own struggles with grief is unacceptable.

I haven’t shown it, but I’ve been thinking about how to fix it.

Would Nathaníel even want to speak with his parents again? To resolve this ongoing tension of misconception that all started because of Suzy’s death?

No. This started long before her demise. That’s why the pain has built and created roots that are desperate to remain in the depths of this ongoing pain.

The light touch to the top of my forehead forces me to look up, my eyes meeting a set of calm ones, beads of sweat already rolling off those drenched strands of hair and dropping onto my cheeks.

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