Page 1 of Knot My Band: Part Two
Jack
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
POLICE SWARM THE VENUE IN DC AT THE END OF OLI HART AND THE EDGE’S SHOW. FANS ARE CONCERNED, AND SO ARE WE
June 2nd
Dax’s arms are a steel cradle around Oli as he strides toward the bus, and I’m hot on his heels. My heart thumps like a kick drum, loud in my ears, keeping time with our urgent pace. The terror that gripped me, turning my blood to ice when I saw the terror on Chase’s face before he said Oli’s name—it clings to me, a relentless beast.
“Careful with her,” I bark, though I know Dax doesn’t need the reminder. He’s as much of an alpha as I am, protective instincts hardwired into his DNA. But I can’t help it; the feral part of me is clawing at the surface, desperate to make sure our omega is safe.
“Of fucking course,” Dax growls back, not even breaking stride. His eyes are dark pools of concern. It doesn’t matter that Dax hasn’t liked Oli since she got here. His alpha is in complete control.
Aiden and Chase’s expressions mirror my own—tight jawlines, brows drawn down over stormy eyes. It’s like looking into a mirror; we’re all resonating with the same fierce need to protect.
When the police arrive, we are forced to give them our statements. However, they are smart enough to stay back and provide us with plenty of space, and our growls make that clear. Everyone knows to give space to alphas whose omega has been harmed.
The tour bus looms ahead, our sanctuary against the world. As soon as we’re inside, we swarm her.
The air is thick with our combined scents, marking her as ours. There’s no mistaking the unspoken warning; we’re in full alpha mode now.
Trevor tries to follow us back on the bus but is met by four fierce growls. I can see Riley behind him, worried, but I can’t muster enough empathy to feel bad for keeping her from Oli.
“Back up,” Chase commands, taking a step closer, his presence like a shield. Not even Trevor or Riley will get past us. Nobody touches Oli right now.
“Let me in,” Trevor snaps, his tone doing nothing to pierce the bubble we’ve formed around Oli.
“Stay back, Trevor,” I snap, more harshly than I intend. I can see the worry etched on his face, but it’s overshadowed by the primal urges surging within me.
Riley hovers near the door, eyes wide and anxious. “Oli?” she calls softly, concern lacing her voice.
“Give us space, Riley,” Chase says, his tone brooking no argument, even if it’s directed at Oli’s best friend. It’s evident in his stance, the set of his shoulders—he won’t let anyone close.
“They’re in full alpha mode right now,” Oli rasps, her voice sounding broken.
I growl again at the pain in her voice.
“Don’t talk, sunshine. You don’t want to make it worse,” Aiden tells her.
I move to the door and slam it in their faces.
I need my omega to myself right now. Me and my pack, that’s it.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch Oli, to feel her skin beneath mine and reassure myself that she’s okay. That need rips through me, demanding, insistent.
“Let’s get her comfortable,” I suggest, picturing Oli resting, surrounded by our vigilance. The rest of the world can wait.
Dax sits with Oli in his lap. I expect her to push away from him, but she lets him soothe her. I press into one side, trying to touch as much of her as possible, while Chase does the same on the other side. Aiden crouches between her legs, gripping her ankles so she can’t go anywhere.
Chase’s gaze flits over Oli’s form, protective and sharp as a knife’s edge. His movements are a barely restrained power. The bond pulsing between them is a living thing, electric and feral. His fingers skate across her arm, a touch that’s more claim than caress. “You’re safe,” he vows, voice a low growl that vibrates along my skin.
Her green depths are searching as she takes in the circle of her alphas. There’s a whisper of a smile on her lips, a testament to the strength that fuels her fire. Her hand reaches out, small but sure, finding a purchase on Chase’s wrist. “I know,” she says, voice hoarse but fierce.
Chase leans down, his forehead resting gently against hers, sharing a moment so intimate it almost feels like trespassing to witness it.
“Never scare us like that again,” he half-pleads, half-demands before moving to his mark on her neck. He licks and nuzzles it, comforting himself and her.
Her hand finds mine, squeezing tight, anchoring me in the storm that rages inside me—inside all of us. The need to be close to her, to be everything for her, is overwhelming.
