Page 97 of Knot My Band: Part Two
There’s a warm glow inside me, a flame fueled by our shared bond, and the love that has become as vital to me as the air I breathe.
“I have to ask about the drama surrounding The Edge’s old lead singer, May, and your ex-manager, Trevor. There is a warrant out for their arrest,” Tory says.
My alphas are tense, and the room is full of alpha pheromones they’re trying to reign in. I sigh and leave this question to Jack.
“May wanted to be Oli and take her spot. Trevor was willing to help make that happen. They attacked Oli and tried to take her out of the picture. The police are searching for them, and we have confidence they’ll be found soon.”
“Alright,” the interviewer says, voice tinged with the same warmth we’ve been wrapped in since she walked through the door. “One last question for you, Oli.” She gazes at me with genuine curiosity, and I straighten up, feeling the full weight ofthe moment. “What do you want the legacy of The Hart’s Edge to be? What’s the dream?”
I pause, letting the question wash over me. This isn’t just about me or the music—it’s about us, what we’ve built together. My heart thrums, a beat that syncs perfectly with the pulse of our pack. “The dream,” I start, my voice steady yet vibrant with passion, “is to leave a mark that resonates beyond the charts and the roar of the crowds. We want to create a space where everyone feels like they belong, where the music connects us all, regardless of status—alpha, beta, omega—doesn’t matter.”
“Bold and beautiful,” the interviewer muses, her eyes reflecting the admiration I feel in every fiber of my being. “Thank you, Oli, Jack, Chase, Dax, and Aiden, for this insightful glimpse into your world.”
“Thank you for listening,” I reply, my smile as bright as stage lights.
As the interview draws to a close, the anticipation in the room is almost tangible, like a charged chord waiting to be struck. Our story, our future—it’s all laid out, ready to unfold. And with these alphas by my side, I’m ready to face whatever melody life plays next.
The moment the door clicks shut, the atmosphere in the room becomes lighter, almost fizzy, with the effervescence of a job well done. I’m on my feet, stretching out the kinks from sitting too long, when the smiles break across the room like the first rays of dawn after an endless night.
“Thanks for sharing our madness with such grace, Oli,” Chase says, his grin wicked.
Aiden’s nod is quiet but speaks volumes, his usual reserve melting away in the warmth of our collective triumph.
Dax grunts his agreement.
And then there’s Jack, his blue eyes twinkling as he sidles up to me. He leans in, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from him despite the cool air of the hotel suite.
The buzz from the interview still hums in my veins as we sprawl across the hotel room, a tangle of limbs and contented sighs. The plush bed cushions our backs; it’s a luxury just to lay here, the five of us, basking in the shared glow of vulnerability turned into strength.
Aiden’s arm is a comforting, grounding, and protective weight around my shoulders. He doesn’t need words; his presence speaks volumes. I lean into his side, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
“Face it, Oli, you’re a natural.” Chase’s voice comes from my other side, an edge of pride lacing his usual playful tone. “You’ve got this thing where you just draw people in. Like moths to a flame.”
I can’t help but giggle, rolling my eyes even though they all know I’m pleased. “Must be my sparkling personality,” I jest, turning my head to stick out my tongue at him.
“Or those bright green eyes,” Aiden adds quietly, and I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. Trust Aiden to notice the little things, to say just enough to make my heart flutter without making a big deal about it.
“Enough about me,” I deflect, sitting up to look at each of them in turn. “We killed it today. As a pack. That’s what matters.”
Jack grins, standing effortlessly and pulling me in for a quick, fierce hug. “I’m proud of you.”
I’m proud of all of us.
Oli
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July 5th
The heavy velvet curtain brushes against my arm, a tangible whisper against my skin that echoes the fluttering in my chest. It’s been so long since the lights, the cheers, the pulse-pounding beats have been mine. Since I deserved them.
“Come on, Olive Hart, you’ve done this a thousand times,” I mutter under my breath, trying to infuse my words with the spunk that’s as much a part of me as my wavy rose gold hair. But who am I kidding? This isn’t just another performance. It’s the comeback of a lifetime—the one where I prove not just to the world but to myself that I’m still the omega rockstar who can own a crowd with a single note.
Even if they have no idea I haven’t been.
A deep breath fills my lungs, and it’s more than oxygen—it’s courage, it’s fire. It’s the balm of coffee and desserts, the signature of my alphas, close enough for their presence to wrap around me like a melody. One of them steps closer, his hand a warm weight on my shoulder, grounding me with a touch that’s both a promise and a reassurance.
