Page 63 of Knot My Band: Part One
He glances at Dax. “And are there new alphas in your life?”
Dax crosses his arms but doesn’t respond for me.
“Yes, scent matches, too.”
“Scent matches can bring on a shorter heat we sometimes refer to as a mini heat. It shouldn’t affect your regular heat. I would suggest you stay off suppressants as they can have unwanted side effects, and you go through your mini heat with your new alphas.”
My pulse quickens. Suddenly, the room feels warmer and smaller.
“That won’t work,” I reply, my gaze flickering to Dax. His jaw is clenched tight. “I’m on tour and have people relying on me.”
“Then we can start a suppressant that you can stop when it’s time for your heat,” the doctor says simply.
“Do we need to worry about the side effects? Because her health needs to come first,” Dax asks, his voice low and commanding.
“One round should be fine. Extended use is when we become concerned for the omega,” he tells Dax before turning back to me. “Oli, these suppressants will help, but I must emphasize—they aren’t a foolproof solution. It would be best if you exercised caution at all times. The ones we’ve developed are quite effective but not infallible. You’ll need to be cautious, especially around potential scent matches.”
He hands me the prescription, his gaze earnest over the rim of his glasses.
“Got it,” I say, taking the bottle from him.
“What about birth control? Do you need anything?” The doctor asks, once again making Dax stiffen next to me.
I block out his emotions and focus. “I got the shot before I went on tour, so I am covered.”
“Then, I think we are all set here.”
We walk out of the office, the click of the door shutting behind us, marking the end of one daunting conversation and the beginning of silence.
“Hey,” I chirp, turning to Dax, my hair bouncing as I try to shake off the unease. “How about we do something fun? Y’know, to take the edge off?”
His brow arches.
“Something that’ll help you work out some of that constant aggression,” I add, tossing him a playful wink.
Dax’s lips twitch, a hint of a reluctant smile threatening to break through his grumpy façade. “And what did you have in mind?”
“Let’s keep it a surprise,” I quip, my heart hammering with a mix of excitement and nerves. I have the perfect idea—one that’s bound to get our blood pumping.
“Fine,” he concedes, and I can tell by the gleam in his eyes that curiosity has piqued his interest. “But we have to be back in time for the show tonight.”
“Trust me,” I assure him, grinning from ear to ear as we make our way back to the car. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss the show. It will be fun.”
“Everything with you is fun, Oli Hart,” he mutters, and even though the words are gruff, the affectionate undertone isn’t lost on me.
“Damn right,” I shoot back, the sparks of attraction and desire lighting up the spaces between us, warming me against the chill of concern that lingers at the back of my mind.
I give him directions that I pull up on my phone without revealing our destination.
“Okay, brace yourself for the grand reveal,” I announce as we approach the nondescript building nestled between a row of bustling shops and cafes. The neon sign above reads ‘Axe Appeal,’ flickering with the promise of adrenaline and excitement.
Dax raises an eyebrow, his hazel eyes scanning the facade. “We’re throwing axes? Seriously?”
“Yep,” I reply, popping the ‘p’ with a grin. “You need to letoff steam. I can’t think of anything better than hurling sharp objects at a target.”
“Fair enough,” he concedes, pushing open the door for me. “Lead the way, Oli.”
Inside, the air is charged with the sounds of metal clanging and triumphant cheers. I glance over at Dax, whose gaze is locked on the axes whirling through the air, and I can practically see his inner alpha rising to the challenge.
