Page 123 of Knot Their Arrangement

The casual way he references both professional racing and street competitions speaks volumes about how he moves between legitimate and underground worlds. Like the others, he seems to exist in multiple spheres of influence simultaneously, commanding respect in both legal and shadowy circles.

Looking at them now, their various powers and influences laid bare, I begin to understand the true scope of what they're offering.

This isn't just about protection or passion – though both are clearly present. This is about creating a statement, about using their combined influence to reshape how Omegas are viewed in our society.

Damon's criminal empire provides muscle and underground connections.

Kieran's financial power offers legitimate backing and media control.

Ezekiel's position ensures legal protection and official oversight.

Rhett's racing career adds public appeal and street credibility.

Together, they represent a perfect storm of influence – capable of affecting change through multiple channels simultaneously.

By publicly claiming an Omega and treating her as an equal partner, they wouldn't just be making a personal statement. They'd be setting a precedent that others would be forced to acknowledge.

The food before me steams gently, perfectly prepared, and plated with obvious care. But my appetite has been replaced by a different kind of hunger – a growing understanding of just how much power sits in this kitchen, and what it might mean to have it directed toward revolutionizing Omega rights.

A threat that could influence a revolution against the sole individual who’s always made it his mission to make my life hell.

"But...my father..." The words escape me quietly, carrying all my lingering fears and doubts.

"We will handle him," Damon states with simple finality.

He uncrosses his legs and rises from his chair with fluid grace, allowing me to fully appreciate how his expensive suit emphasizes his commanding presence. He moves to the opposite side of where Ezekiel stands, cigar still held elegantly in one hand as he picks up my fork with the other.

I watch, fascinated, as he cuts into the stack of pancakes, selecting a perfect bite dripping with syrup and crowned with plump blueberries.

Our eyes meet as I look up at him, and something electric passes between us. I'm not sure if I'm being intentionally seductive, but I can see my effect on him in the way his pupils dilate with obvious hunger.

There's something deeper in his golden gaze – a challenge, a test, a moment that carries more significance than simple breakfast.

Understanding flows between us without words as I part my lips, accepting the offered bite with deliberate grace.

The pancake melts on my tongue, a perfect balance of sweetness and texture that, combined with my genuine hunger, draws an appreciative moan from my throat.

"Fuck. This is good," I groan, looking at my plate with newfound reverence.

Glancing up, I catch all four men watching me with expressions that have nothing to do with food. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize the effect my innocent sound had on them.

Ezekiel groans, running a hand through his hair.

"If you make that noise again, I'm going to die of a boner."

"Yeah," Kieran snickers, though his mismatched eyes carry genuine heat. "That sound made me hard."

"I didn't mean to!" I stutter, mortified yet somehow pleased by their reactions. "T-T-The food is just good, that's all!"

Rhett moves smoothly into Ezekiel's vacated spot, taking the fork from Damon's grasp. He cuts another perfect bite, offering it to me with a defiant smirk.

"Eat up, Trouble," he encourages with a wink that makes my core clench. "If we're going to have a marathon of who can last longer with you in the house, it'll be best you ate before the shenanigans."

"Shenanigans?!" The word comes out as a shriek.

Kieran's quiet chuckle draws my attention. "You clearly lost that race, Rhett. You caved first and she couldn't even leave the room."

"Can you blame me?" Rhett counters, unashamed of his lack of restraint.

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