Page 25 of Knot My Band: Part One
This time, the crowd interacts and gets into the song with us, and I just know it will go better.
Dax
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
DENVER FANS FOR NIGHT TWO LINED UP HOURS AHEAD FOR ENTERANCE TO THE ALPHA AND OMEGA TOUR
March 31st
The stage erupts in a blaze of lights and energy, all converging on the petite figure at its center.
The crowd’s energy doubled from our first song to this one, and we have Oli to thank. Something I’m not sure how to feel about. The crowd is eating it up, their eyes glued to her, and damn if she doesn’t know exactly how to play them.
Our pack bond is full of emotions from all my brothers, and I know it’s because of the omega.
Jack is proud, Aiden is grateful, and Chase is turned on.
Chase is always horny, so that’s nothing new, but even I can’t deny how much he’s changed since the day we met Olive.
He’s never ignored groupies, fans, or willing women, but he hasn’t given them the time of day sinceher.
She’s changing everything, and even though Chase’s man whoring ways bothered me, I find it annoying.
They’re going to be hero-worshiping her after this stunt, and what am I going to say about it? I better think ofsomething.
I hang back with my bass, fingers moving over the strings almost on autopilot.
Yesterday was hell. The gut-punch realization that Oli is my scent match was not welcome.
My nose still burns with her sweet scent, a mixture of strawberries and something else- something uniquely Oli that I can’t quite name. It’s intoxicating, addictive even, and I hate it.
With Jack and Chase kissing her, her scent was sweetened with arousal. My cock was so hard I’m surprised my pants didn’t split.
I shake my head, trying to dislodge the memory.
There is no way I will be taking an omega. I don’t do omegas, and no matter how good Oli smells, that won’t change.
I hate her. I hate what she is and that she blasted into our lives, changing everything. My pack mates are fawning over her, leaving me permanently furious.
I realize I’m plucking the strings harder and let up.
Even as I try to convince myself, there’s no denying the pull, the way my body leans towards her without permission. It’s primal, it’s unwanted, and it’s undeniable.
I tune back into the music and realize she’s done us a big favor. This crowd has accepted us.
She’s airborne, all kinetic energy and flying hair as she lands back on the stage, the boards reverberating under her combat boots. The fans match her, a wave of bodies bouncing in unison. I have to admire the way she hypes every soul in the house, turning passive listeners into active participants.
“Higher! Let me see you go wild!” she incites, and damn if they don’t oblige, the previous apathy obliterated by her sheerforce of will.
Electricity crackles through the venue as Oli’s voice hits a crescendo, her energy infectious. Her eyes are wide, and her eyebrows disappear under shaggy bangs.
She bleeds sexual energy as she moves her body to the music.
I pluck the strings harder, trying to drown out the appreciation that threatens to soften me.
Jack and I play a riff, giving Oli time to transition. She moves off my side of the stage into an opening the security has cleared.
As soon as she steps in, the fans go wild and reach for her, screaming her name. She smiles and touches hands as she moves, and it’s killing me.
