Page 15 of Knot My Band: Part Two
There’s silence between us for a second—just the electric charge of a storm about to break. Then Trevor laughs, cold and hollow. “Strong? Is that what you call sleeping with every alpha in sight?”
My alphas growl behind me.
I flinch, but only for a split second. “That’s low, even for you. My relationships have nothing to do with this. The door is that way,” I say, pointing firmly toward the exit. “Use it.”
“Oli, this isn’t over,” he spits out, a last desperate attempt to claw at my resolve.
“Actually, it is.” My expression never falters, locking onto his with an intensity that says I’m not just some pushover omega.
He steps toward me aggressively, and it’s the last straw for my alphas.
“Back off, Trevor,” Jack’s voice slices through the static, light-heartedness gone, replaced by an edge sharp enough to cut steel. He steps forward, his tall frame casting a protective shade over me.
Dax moves without a word, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. His hazel eyes are hard as he stands shoulder to shoulder with Jack, forming an impenetrable wall between Trevor and me.
“This is all your fault, you disgusting alphas!” Trevor shouts, drawing the attention of the crew around us.
“Enough,” Aiden adds quietly, but there’s a steely undertone.
Chase doesn’t speak at all; he doesn’t have to. His body language screams louder than any words could, his lean form cutting through the air with precision as he stations himself beside the others, his green eyes smoldering with a fire that matches mine.
They stand united, a fortress of alpha energy and fierce protectiveness. I’m tucked safely behind them, my heart hammering a wild beat.
“We don’t want you here,” Jack says, his voice a dangerous purr. “Time for you to exit.”
Trevor bristles, but the sight of four determined alphas seems to douse the flames of his anger—or at least forces him to conceal it beneath a veneer of calm.
“Fine. This isn’t worth my time,” Trevor grunts, his glare lingering on me.
The alphas give Trevor enough room to pass while still crowding his space, their bodies speaking volumes about where their loyalties lie. As he brushes past them, his exit is anything but graceful.
He starts shouting insults at us to the crew.
“Alright, Trevor. Time to end this,” Jack’s voice rumbles, a hint of authority lacing his words as he steps toward him.
“Wait just a damn minute—” Trevor starts, but Dax’s firm hand on his arm cuts him off.
“Easy there,” Dax says, his tone low and even, commanding in its own right. “We’re done here.”
“Unbelievable! You’ll regret this, Oli! All of you will!” Trevor spits out, his words sharp as knives, but they’re deflected effortlessly by the unshakable composure of my alphas.
Their movements are calm and deliberate as they guide Trevor away from me. Their solidarity is like a wall of muscle and intent, unwavering and protective. It’s enough to make my heart skip a beat—not out of fear but out of an appreciation so deep it’s almost overwhelming.
“Your career is over without me. You hear me? Over!” Trevor’s attempt at intimidation now borders on desperation.
“Thanks for the concern, but we’ll take our chances,” Jack shoots back, his confidence infectious.
“Walk,” Aiden commands simply, his hand firm on Trevor’s shoulder, propelling him towards the door. The message is clear: time to leave.
I watch, oddly detached now, as they lead Trevor towards the exit. His words are like distant echoes, failing to reach me.
“Someone’s got to teach her a lesson…” Trevor grumbles, still fighting against the inevitable.
All four of them growl, picking him up by his arms and leaving out the door. I follow behind.
“Threaten Oli again, and we won’t be able to stop ourselves from hurting you,” Jack warns.
They throw him out of the venue, and one of the members of the Phoenix Pack ensures he can’t come back in.
