Page 36 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Good.” I kiss her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent that is uniquely hers. “That’s all I need to hear.”
Chase shifts slightly, his hand finding its way to her waist, a silent statement of his presence, his protection too. “We’ve got you, Oli. You’re safe here—with us.”
“Always,” I add, sealing the promise with another kiss, this one pressed to the crown of her head.
In the quiet that follows, I let myself get lost in the feel of her against me—the softness of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the heat where we’re still connected. It’s a peaceI’ve never known before, a fulfillment that goes beyond physical satisfaction. It’s the kind of serenity that comes from knowing you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
“Love you both,” she murmurs, so faintly I might have imagined it if not for the squeeze she gives my hand.
“Love you more,” I reply automatically, a smile playing on my lips. I mean it—every word.
As her breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep, I hold her tighter, committing this moment to memory. And I finally allow sleep to claim me.
Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
MORE SECURITY ARRIVES WITH THE ALPHA AND OMEGA TOUR AS THEY ENTER ORLANDO
June 14th
The bus hits a bump on its way to Orlando. This is our second-to-last stop on the U.S. leg of the tour before we have a short break. Then, we head to Europe.
My voice is healing. There’s no longer a rasp as I talk, but I still can’t sing. Another doctor checked me out in our last city and was happy with my progress.
Sprawled across the worn leather seats, Chase, Aiden, and Jack form a makeshift nest around me, their presence both comforting and invigorating. Chase taps a rhythm on his knee, sandy brown hair catching the dim light as his green eyes flicker up from his drumming.
Aiden’s lost in the soft glow of his tablet, those soft brown eyes scanning whatever he’s looking at.
And then there’s Jack, his piercing blue eyes alight with mischief as he strings together chords on his guitar. His playful plucks fill the small space with sound. His blond hair forms a wild halo around his head, framing a smile.
Dax is sleeping in his bunk or avoiding us. I’m not sure which.
I lean into Aiden’s side, snuggling into his warmth.
“We have the Eon festival in Miami soon. Are you worried about running into Daniel?” Chase asks.
I can feel his concern and a little bit of jealousy through our bond.
“No, it’s a huge festival. We won’t even cross paths,” I say.
Chase raises an eyebrow, and I force my shoulders to stay relaxed, my fingers to stop fidgeting with the frayed edge of the cushion. But there’s this tiny wrinkle in my forehead that I can’t smooth out, and I know he sees it.
I can’t hide the unease that I’m feeling from him.
“Oli, we don’t know a lot about your relationship with him, but your songs paint him in a pretty bad light,” Aiden says.
I take a deep breath. “He wasn’t abusive or anything. Daniel promised me the world and then made everything about him. He’s self-absorbed and an alpha-hole but not dangerous.”
“Thank you for telling us, sunshine,” Aiden whispers.
I can feel jealousy from all of them, but that’s from my past.
“Let’s tell security to keep him away from us,” Jack suggests. “Just for comfort.”
I shake my hands out. “That’s silly. He’s performing. Don’t worry about it.”
Chase leans forward and grabs my hand. “Oli, you forget I can feel you through our bond.”
