Page 109 of Knot My Band: Part One
“It’s already booked. Now, you all need to go get ready.” He turns and leaves.
I’m standing there with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Did Trevor seem irritated to you?”
“He’s always been like that with us, but it was better with you around,” Aiden tells me.
I frown. “I’ve never seen that side of him. Did I do something wrong? Was it my heat?”
Chase wraps an arm around me. “No. You didn’t do anything. He’s probably having a bad day. Don’t take it on, little rose.”
I try to listen, but it bothers me the whole time I’m getting ready. I finish with ten minutes to spare, and instead of watching The Storm, I go looking for Trevor.
“Hey, Tommy,” I call out, and he looks at me with a smile. “Have you seen Trevor?”
He points further back. “He’s arguing with someone back there.”
I debated whether to interrupt, but I’m going to be thinking about this the whole show. Trevor and I need to talk.
I turn the corner backstage and pull up short when I see Trevor kissing a tall blonde woman. They pull back, and I see it’s May Thornton.
Stumbling backward, I round the wall to be out of view and race back toward my alphas.
What is Trevor doing with May? Are they together?
Is she the reason for his recent change in attitude towards me?
My mind is racing when I get to the stage and see it’s time to go on. Aiden, Jack, Chase, and Dax go on as soon as they see me.
I go under the stage and see a group of security guards I again don’t recognize, but I don’t have time to introduce myself. The stage lifts me up, and I have to start performing.
Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
COULD OLI HART REPLACE MAY THORNTON PERMANENTLY IN THE EDGE?
June 2nd
Sweat drips down my back, but the heat from the crowd’s cheers fuels me.
The song reaches its crescendo, and with a final, flirtatious twirl, I leap into the air. As I land, there’s a mechanical hum beneath me, and the platform starts descending. The lights dim, casting long shadows.
“Thank you, DC!” I purr into the mic, blowing a kiss to the crowd.
As the darkness swallows me whole, the roar from above fades.
The platform comes to a halt, and I step off into the underbelly of the stage. I expect Riley to be there, lecturing me about the rest of the night, but tonight, it’s eerily quiet. My boots echo on the metal floor, a lonely sound that jangles my nerves.
“Hello?” My voice slices through the silence, too sharp, too alone.
There’s no response, just the hum of machinery and thedistant throb of the crowd above, muffled like a dream. The usual faces, the ones who are always there with water bottles and fresh towels, are conspicuously absent. My instincts prick up.
I guess I’ll just get up to the main floor by myself.
I round a corner, my rose gold hair catching a stray beam of light, casting eerie shadows against the walls. That’s when I spot them—two security guards, unfamiliar and imposing, blocking my path.
“Miss Hart,” one of them says, voice devoid of the warmth I’m used to from our regular crew. “You need to go this way.” He gestures in the direction opposite to where I know my dressing room and sanctuary lie.
“Wait, what?” I frown, planting my hands on my hips. “That’s not the way to my dressing room. Where’s Riley?”
