Page 13 of Knot Their Arrangement

"Morrigan StarCaptors Corp?" I say though I'm not entirely sure of the name. My fingers tap against my lips as I think. "I swear it's Morrigan because it reminds me of the name of the Talent Manager who manages that trending Alpha Rockstar or whatever."

"Talent Manager?" She frowns, clearly not familiar with the name. "And Morrigan...that's the company that sent the security box."

I watch as she walks to the coffee table and picks up the box, examining its sleek design. The star motif catches the light, the holographic blue and gold lettering making it look more like a luxury item than a security device.

"No fucking way!" I rush over to stand beside her, needing to see it for myself. "WOW! I wonder if they're collaborating with the seven-figure Omegas to roll this security system out?! They're top in the industry when it comes to security. Like, they make 10-20 billion a year!"

"10-20...billion?" She looks as stunned as I feel. "And you said the owner is a twenty-year-old?"

"In his twenties, yeah," I clarify, remembering the gossip that circulated in my old social circles. "Hard to find pictures of him online. I think he goes by a different name, but they are the top in the world right now. When you're making that type of money, you don't even need to do anything. You breathe and people are bowing to make sure everything is going perfectly every day or else they're fucked."

I can't help but sigh dreamily.

"Man, I wish to have an Alpha of that wealth."

"Nah." Astraea shakes her head firmly. "The richer, the cockier."

Okay. She’s right about that.

"Yeah, you're right," I concede with a laugh. "That was my pussy talking. She needs some TLC."

Her laughter fills the room, bright and genuine.

"Girl, same. Mine is tired of being a desert. You just reminded me, that I gotta charge up them toys. The heat suppressants can only do so much."

"God, those make me sick to my stomach. I'd honestly rather have a period," I complain, remembering the horrible side effects.

"No. I'd rather be horny and needing to cum for hours than bleed for seven days and nights, thanks," she dismisses the idea completely before checking the time. "Oh snap. I should go! May have to get an Uber there."

"When are you going to buy a car?" I suggest hopefully. "Or a bike?!"

"Remember, we can't have those luxuries as Omegas," she says with a wink, making me groan and slump my shoulders in defeat.

Right. All the “we can’t do shit because we’re Omegas and don’t deserve the common necessities to help make our lives easier’ like the rest of those in this society that benefits from fucking us.

I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes in dismay.

"B-B-But you're rich! You should be able to have a vehicle! You know how to drive, too. Unlike me with my controlling Father who thinks a woman should rely on a man for everything, including driving."

The bitterness in my voice is impossible to hide. Another freedom denied to us simply because of our second-gender status.

"It's not like I can't get one. I mean, Velvet has a parking spot reserved for me if I ever want one. Knox also said if I do get a car, he can secure a VIP spot at the gym for Omegas."

"Is there even parking for Omegas?" I ask, crossing my arms and tilting my head skeptically.

Her shy grin tells me everything I need to know.

"One."

"Which is your future VIP spot," I conclude, unable to keep the amusement from my voice.

"It could change!" She offers, though even I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. Reality is never as simple as we'd like it to be, especially when money is involved.

Parking at Knox Gym costs between five and six grand annually – a price that would have seemed insignificant in my past life but now represents yet another barrier for Omegas trying to claim independence.

I've witnessed the madness firsthand, seeing supposedly dignified Alphas nearly come to blows over a parking spot.

"You wouldn't believe how crazy it gets during their parking auctions. I once saw two CEOs almost kill each other over spot A113 because it had 'better feng shui' or some nonsense."

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