Page 22 of Knot My Band: Part One
I shove aside the disappointment at not getting to smell him. Or Dax.
“Okay, so we are scent matches.” I turn to look at Dax. “But that doesn’t mean we need to act on it. I hear you, Dax. You don’t want an omega, so let’s ignore this.”
Jack slams his hand down on the counter. “No fucking way.”
“Not happening,” Chase adds.
“They’re right.” Aiden looks the most resolute I’ve ever seen him.
“But-” I try.
“No. You and Dax don’t have to act on it, but we aren’t letting you go,” Jack says.
My mouth opens, and I don’t know where to go from here.
My little omega heart sings at how they declare their desire for me.
I can’t deny I want them too.
My eyes stray to Dax, whose face is red. His eyes glare daggers at me, and his entire body screams closed off.
“Fine, I won’t say no, but there will be no putting pressure on Dax. We take this slow and let things develop on their own,” I say firmly.
Dax swallows, and his eyes show the tiniest amount of gratitude before he shuts down again and stomps back to his bunk.
Chase steps forward. “Great, so how about you and me-”
“I’m going to bed. See you all tomorrow.” I pat his chest and walk past them.
I lay down in my nest, surrounded by comfort, and can’t stop myself from thinking about three sexy alphas and how good it feels to be wanted by them and ignoring the fourth.
Oli
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March 31st
The air backstage crackles with a kind of electric anticipation, the kind that makes every nerve in my body sing. I’m sitting cross-legged on a worn leather couch, surrounded by the alphas and some of the crew.
We are discussing any changes that need to be made after the first show. There are just some things you can’t know until you perform it live.
“Oli, the light sequence during your second song needs a tweak,” Carl, our head of lighting, strides over with purpose in his eyes. The crew encircles us, their gazes flicking to me for confirmation more often than not.
“Absolutely,” I agree, excitement lacing my words.
“Consider it done,” he grins, scribbling notes onto a pad
“My microphone wasn’t the right height, so I couldn’t hit all my backup vocals. Could we move that?” Aiden asks nicely.
The crew takes note.
I hesitate before saying this next note, but in the end, I haveto. “I think Dax’s base needs to be turned up. It wasn’t strong enough in ‘My Heart.’”
Dax’s glare is murderous. “Stay away from my bass. I make my own notes.”
I can’t help flinching at the venom in his voice.
