Page 9 of Knot Their Arrangement

~KAMARI~

"If you think I'm walking out of this house in this short, ass-showing dress, you've lost your damn mind, Kamari Ahvi!"

I can't help but smile as I hear Astraea's outraged voice through the door.

"First off, it's Kamari Prava Ahvi," I correct automatically, my full name rolling off my tongue with ingrained pride.

Even after running away from my family, some habits are hard to break.

"Second, I'm very positive the dress I picked from your 'forbidden closet of sexiness' makes your ass look extra delicate with all the damn squats you do."

I watch as she checks her watch before heading toward the door. Even in casual movement, she has this natural grace that I've always envied.

Not like those jealous bitches who pretend they’re your friend and are venomous on the inside, but more of a haunting wish that I could execute even a bit of beauty in my movements like what she does.

The kind of effortless elegance that makes other Omegas whisper behind their hands.

"And lastly—" The words die in my throat as the door swings open.

Holy goddess...

My jaw drops as I take in her complete transformation.

The lavender-silver hair cascades in perfect waves, framing her face like a masterpiece. Her cyan-blue eyes seem to sparkle even more vibrantly against her flawlessly made-up face.

The dress –my choice, thank you very much– hugs every curve like it was sculpted onto her body.

She’s stunning, like a diamond ready to be shown to the world with how brightly she shines in elegance.

"I give up. I'm wearing a garbage bag."

"Oh no you don't!" I tackle her with the force of a charging rhino, unable to contain my excitement. "Don't you change anything!"

She pulls me inside quickly, kicking the door shut before my squealing can attract attention. I know she hates how the other Omegas gossip about her, always whispering about the "Hermit Omega" whenever she does anything outside her usual routine.

If they only knew who she really was...

I pull back to admire her properly, my photographer's eye drinking in every detail.

"PURPLE! Heck! Lavender?! O.M.G! I knew purple compliments you, but fuck Rae! You're a new badass bitch!"

I try not to disturb her perfectly styled curls as I circle her like an excited puppy. The transformation is stunning – worth every penny of that five-thousand-dollar salon visit she tried to hide from me.

"Wow. So shiny and healthy even though you just dyed it. Where the fuck did you go to get this done! Plus the makeup?! Jesus woman! You have your first official interview as Blair or what?"

"God no!" She shakes her head emphatically. "I'll take that identity to the grave if I have to."

Blair Vesper. Her secret pen name is making her millions in revenue while the world thinks she’s an Alpha creating the best lyrical masterpieces in the industry.

"No, you won't!" I give her my best 'don't-be-ridiculous' look, the one I perfected during years of high-society functions. "You have to capitalize on your businesses eventually. You can't be a secret forever!"

My fingers itch to capture this moment.

Already, my mind is composing the shot – the way the evening light would catch her hair, how the dress would create the perfect silhouette.

"Let me take a nice photo of you. This will be your debut picture."

"Looking like a raunchy Omega trying to ride Alpha pony? No thanks." She shivers dramatically, making me roll my eyes. "Plus, Blair Vesper is male in the eyes of these rich business fuckers. I think I'd lose biz if they knew I was a woman."

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