Page 113 of Knot My Band: Part Two
The final chord shivers through the arena, vibrating off my skin like a second heartbeat. I’m buzzing, alive with the roar of the crowd in Paris that’s still chanting my name as I stumble, slightly breathless, offstage.
“Oli! That was electric!” Jack’s voice is the first to pierce through the residual noise in my ears. His tall frame appears before me with that signature mischievous smirk on his lips. His piercing blue eyes seem to dance with the same fervor as the fans out there. He reaches out and runs his thumb over his mark on my neck.
I had wardrobe change my outfit to show off each of their marks, something they’re a little obsessed with.
“This was our best show yet,” Dax chimes in, his gruff tone not quite masking the pride that seeps through. He stands back a little, arms crossed over his chest, the bass still in his grasp like he’s ready to go another round. But those intense hazel eyes are all softness when they meet mine, and for a moment, I feel the warmth of his approval more intensely than the stage lights.
“Seriously, Oli, you’re on fire.” Chase’s sandy hair is tousled, a sheen of sweat on his brow from where he’s been drumming up a storm. He steps closer, the familiar scent of caramel popcorn mixing with the adrenaline in the air. A flirtatious glint sparkles in his green eyes, the kind that used to promise trouble but now whispers secrets only we know.
“Amazing performance,” Aiden adds quietly from behind them, his gentle smile reaching his soft brown eyes. He hangs back, the quiet observer, but his words carry just as much weight, grounding me.
I can feel all their pride bursting from our bonds, and I send mine back to them. We killed it out there. Being a pack has just made us an even better band.
“Thanks, guys,” I reply, my own voice a mix of fatigue and elation. My pack—my alphas—are here, their energy mingling with the aftermath of the show, creating a buzz that’s uniquely ours. I reach out, my fingers brushing each of theirs, a silent thank you. They understand, they always do.
“Come here.” Jack pulls me into a hug that lifts me off my feet, spinning me around until I’m dizzy with laughter. “You’re a rockstar, Oli Hart.”
Dax’s hand finds my back, steadying me even as I’m set down. “She’s our rockstar,” he corrects, and it’s said with a grumbling affection that has my heart skipping a beat.
“And our perfect omega,” Chase announces, and before I can protest, I’m engulfed in a tangle of limbs, scents, and the shared sweat of a performance well played. Aiden’s arms sneak around us all, somehow making the chaos feel like home.
“Okay, okay,” I gasp, playfully pushing them away while secretly relishing their closeness. “Let’s not get too carried away. Didn’t you four say we have somewhere to be after the show?”
“We did, so let’s go out the back of the venue,” Aiden’s quiet voice holds a hint of amusement.
“Lead the way,” Dax says, a grin breaking through his stoic facade, which has been happening more and more.
“Following you is our favorite pastime,” Jack quips, winking at me.
“Especially when the view’s this good,” Chase adds, earning him a light slap on the arm from me, though I can’t hide my smile.
We arrive at a car waiting for us, with a member of our security team driving and another in the passenger seat. The car seats seven, so it’s a tight squeeze, but I’m glad to have them all with me.
The drive is a blur of anticipation, city lights streaking past the tinted windows like shooting stars. When the car finally pulls to a stop, I’m practically bouncing in my seat. We spill out onto the pavement, and that’s when I see it—rising up like a beacon in the night, the Eiffel Tower bathes us in its golden glow.
“Wow,” I breathe, stepping forward as if in a trance. The four alphas are close behind, their presence comforting.
“Surprised?” Aiden asks, his tone soft but laced with excitement.
“Blown away,” I admit, gazing up at the towering structure. It’s not my first time seeing the Eiffel Tower, but tonight, with these men by my side, it feels different. Magical. Like the entire universe has conspired to celebrate this moment with us.
“Let’s get closer,” Chase suggests, slipping his hand into mine and gently tugging me toward the beautiful structure. The grass is dewy underfoot, and the air is crisp and alive with the buzz of Paris nightlife.
Jack chuckles, looping his arm around my waist. His touch sends a shiver through me, though whether from the night air or his proximity, I can’t tell.
The romantic atmosphere, the iconic landmark, and the four incredible alphas who have become my world combine to createa moment so perfect that I wish I could bottle it up and keep it forever.
Aiden’s hand squeezes mine, and his voice draws me back from the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. “Oli,” he says, and there’s a depth in his eyes that feels like an anchor in the glittering sea of Paris. “You light up every stage you step on, but tonight, you outshone every star in the sky.”
I laugh, a little breathless, because Aiden’s always been the poet among us, weaving words into compliments that make me feel invincible. “You’re going to make me blush harder than I do under the stage lights,” I tease, but my heart is doing somersaults.
Chase grins and nudges Aiden playfully out of the way. “Not to interrupt this beautiful moment, but I think it’s my turn to adore our omega.” He cups my cheek, and his thumb brushes the skin just beneath my eye. “You’re the rhythm to our melody, Oli. Without you, we’d just be noise.”
“Chase, stop,” I giggle, swatting his hand away but secretly loving the way his words send warm waves cascading through me.
“Never,” Jack interjects with a smirk, stepping closer until his breath tickles my ear. “Because if Chase is the rhythm and Aiden’s the poetry, then I’m the heat that keeps you coming back for more.” His lips graze my neck, igniting a spark that races to my core.
“Jack!” I protest, mock scandalized, but there’s no denying the rush of excitement his flirtation stirs within me.
