Page 14 of Knot My Band: Part One
I can’t help but glance over at Dax, who’s already scowling like the choreography is some personal offense. Jack’s stretching out his long limbs, an easy smile on his face, and Chase—well, he’s looking like he was born ready for this, with that trademark smirk.
Oli steps into the center of the room, her movements fluid and natural.
We listen to Alexandra and follow her instructions. Mostly, Oli is flitting between each of us. I don’t ever leave my keyboard, which settles my nerves.
When I heard choreography, I pictured dancing, but really, it’s just sexy moves while we play our instruments and Olive sings.
Jack slides in next to Oli, his movements oozing that sultry charisma that’s his trademark, and I can’t help the pinch of jealousy that twists inside me. He’s always had this way with people, drawing them in without even trying.
They go back to back while he strums his guitar, and she belts out about dirty sex.
No wonder Oli is a sex symbol. The way she moves while singing should be illegal.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Oli as she hits every mark with an effortless sensuality that sets my blood on fire. The way her hips swivel, the rise and fall of her chest with eachbreath, it’s hypnotic.
“Leo added falling to his knees in front of Oli while hitting his solo on the guitar. If you think you’re up for it, Jack, it really added something to the song,” Alexandra says.
Jack does it effortlessly.
My mind wanders, playing out vivid images of Oli onstage with her old band, surrounded by alphas who aren’t me and my pack, and it twists something fierce in my gut.
Jealousy rings through the bond from my other packmates, and I know they’re thinking the same thing.
We’re all feeling it, the territorial pull towards Oli, something primal.
Chase’s laughter echoes around us, easy and carefree, but there’s an edge to it that tells me he’s not immune either. Even Jack, with his usual charm turned down to a simmer, watches Oli with a quiet intensity that speaks volumes.
“Alright, Aiden, you’re up. Let’s see what you’ve got,” the choreographer calls, and I steel myself for the spotlight.
Oli and Alexandra move over to my keyboard.
“Relax, Aiden,” Oli teases, her voice laced with a laugh. “The keyboard does most of the work.”
“Easy for you to say,” I retort, but I can’t help the half-grin that tugs at my lips. There’s something infectious about her energy, the sunshine she radiates even as we stumble through the steps.
Dax and Oli look awkward as hell while they interact, but at least Dax isn’t mean to her.
When she runs her fingers through Dax’s hair, tugging it, Chase shouts, “I wish that were me.”
I agree, but don’t voice it.
Dax looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.
We work for hours until all of us at least understand what we are meant to do.
“Nice work, everyone,” Oli says, her gaze sweeping over us alphas, lingering on mine for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
“Thanks to you,” I reply, trying to keep it light.
“Hey, don’t give all the credit to the omega here,” Dax interjects, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he leans against the wall, eyes narrowing. “It’s not like we need those ridiculous moves anyway.”
My smile falters, but I hold onto the sliver of connection still hanging between Oli and me.
“Shut up, Dax,” I snap before I can stop myself, the words slicing through the heavy air of the rehearsal room. There’s a part of me that’s sick of the constant negativity, especially when it’s aimed at Oli.
Alexandra smiles before going back to packing up her stuff.
Dax shoots me a glare, but there’s a hint of surprise in his hazel eyes. He’s not used to being called out, definitely not by me, the guy who usually hangs back and lets others lead the charge.
