Page 50 of Knot My Band: Part One
Adrenaline spikes as the object clatters against the stage floor.
I flinch back and move directly into the path of something else which smacks into my arm. Looking down, I see someone actually threw their phone on stage. My arm is stinging, but I ignore it and keep singing.
The music cuts out behind me like a screech.
My guys took a different approach.
“Hey! No throwing things on the stage!” Jack’s voice slices through the tension as he barks into his microphone. It’s a growl that’s all alpha and all protective fury. Those piercing blue eyes scan the audience, demanding respect and dominance, rolling off him in waves that have nothing to do with the pounding bass.
The bark hits me right in the chest. My little omega heart has no choice but to obey. It’s so strong I wouldn’t doubt it affected alphas and betas, too.
Jack leaves his spot. His tall frame sidesteps into view, muscles tense beneath his jersey. He moves next to me on the stage, pulling me back towards his microphone before they all start playing again where they leftoff.
The sheer power of him commanding the room is something else. It’s impressive… it’s… hot.
His eyes are staring at my arm where I can feel a bruise forming.
My voice croaks as I get back into the song, but muscle memory takes over before I can screw the song up even more.
After that song, I have a break, during which I can grab a sip of water and talk to the crowd if I want. I need to do a little damage control.
I fan my face. “Is it hot in here, or is it just a gorgeous alpha’s sexy bark?”
The cheer sounds uncertain. I need to turn it up.
I flash a grin at Jack and lean back into his chest. “My hero!”
The crowd eats it up, their cheers fueling the fire between us. Jack’s smirk is a challenge, his gaze holding mine with the intensity of his fierce, protective presence.
I laugh, tossing my rose gold waves over one shoulder and fixing my bangs.
By the next song, when no one has thrown anything up on stage again, Jack lets me move around more, but I can feel all of their eyes on me the entire time.
At the end of the show, I hit my mark and am lowered down below the stage. Riley is there, like always.
“You did amazing! I thought I was going to have a press nightmare on my hands after people were throwing things on stage, but you handled it perfectly, as always! I’m so glad you have those alphas out there with you.”
“Thanks, Riley.”
I rush over to the stairs, barely waving to my security so I can see those alphas. I know they were freaked out by what happened.
Riley grabs my arm and stops me before I can go up. “You’re okay, right?”
I hug her. “I’m fine, Riley.”
Rushing up the stairs, I find all four of the alphas waiting there for me, anxiety bleeding from their scents.
It’s a burnt mix of coffee, caramel, cookies, and, is that cinnamon? I have to hold back a whine.
“Are you okay?” Aiden rushes forward to ask me. He smells like someone left chocolate chip cookies in the oven too long.
Chase grabs my wrist and stares at my arm. “I can’t believe they threw stuff on stage.”
“It’s a stupid thing that happens. I’m okay,” I reassure them.
“We are canceling the meet and greet today,” Dax demands.
I realize the cinnamon is coming from him. I haven’t gotten to smell him yet. He’s been dousing himself in scent cancelers but must have forgotten in all the commotion.
