Page 41 of A Knotty Road Trip

The moment she’s outside Ken speaks. “Your father has found you a bride and wants you to meet her the night we get to LA. He said this one is the omega for you, and if you refuse he’s going to cancel the rest of your tour.”

“He can’t fucking do that,” Tate roars, putting his hands in his hair, tugging.

I grab my phone and immediately call Russel Baron, Tate’s father and the owner of our label.

“Beck, you don't -,” Tate starts but I cut him off. I point to the limo and he nods, knowing exactly what I'm trying to say.

“Beckett, I was wondering when you would call. I’m assuming you heard the good news. Wait until you meet her. She will be the perfect omega for you all.”

“Sir, what happened to the dates we had on the schedule?” I ask, hoping to bring some sense back into the man.

The last few months I swear he's been losing his mind.

“They have been cancelled and we sent the lovely omegas VIP tickets to your Georgia show. Everything has beenhandled. Tate will come to the house on Christmas Eve alone to meet his new bride.”

“The fuck I will,” Tate growls, taking the phone from me.

“I will not be coming alone. Beck and Angel will be there too. She's not just my omega, father. And what if we happen to meet our mate before this meeting?”

Tate's father laughs until he starts to have a coughing fit. It takes a few wheezes for him to catch his breath, and Tate looks at me.

His eyebrows are furrowed, and I shrug. Maybe he just has a cold. It is that time of year.

“You have spent five years gallivanting, Tate. It's time for you to settle and give me grandbabies. I miss the little pitter patter of tiny feet. This house is too big for just me. It's time, son. As for the others, we don't want to overwhelm the little omega. They can meet her later. You will be marrying her after all,”he states, and then yawns.

“Don't let me down, Tate.”He ends the call, and I grab my phone before it's thrown into a wall.

“Fuck,” Tate roars, and I sigh.

Well this just turned our world upside down.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

TATE

How the hell are we going to do this? I'll admit I still don't fully trust Belle, but I know Angel is ready to drop everything and make her his, and she's Beck's scent match.

Fuck! Everything is so damn complicated now.

Ken clears his throat, bringing me back to the present, and I groan.

“Something else is going on here,” Beck states, lifting his hand and squeezes my arm. My heart races, and I pull him by the hand into my chest.

I just need a hug from him right now. What if this omega does not accept our relationship?

“It will all be okay, Tate. I won't let anything get in the way of our future,” Beck says, running his hands along my back and purrs.

I start to calm, and Ken clears his throat, reminding us that we are now on a time schedule.

We have only a few days to get to LA, or my father may stop our tour and disappoint so many of our loyal fans. I won't allow that to happen… Even if it means I have to marry an omega I don't even know.

We stopat a rest stop in Tennessee, and Belle bursts out of the car, Angel following her. I guess she had to pee.

Beck hands me his tablet, and I see the list of pros and cons he's been making. I'd laugh if my head wasn't so fucked up right now.

“The con list is larger than the pro,” he warns me, but I can see that. “I think we need to tell Belle who I am,” he mutters, shocking me.

“Are you ready for that, baby? Don't rush things if you're not. She still can't scent you. You have more time.”

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