Page 96 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“You deserve better than that, Riley.”
I hold her close, and we sit together, soaking each other in. I can feel her sadness radiating off her, but there’s also a determination to move on.
Most of us spend the flight to London sleeping, eating, and trying to entertain ourselves. Miranda discusses logistics, and Riley covers the interview we will have as soon as we land to discuss our relationship.
I’m nervous, but Jack reassures me that he will handle most of the talking, and I can just chime in when I want without having to worry.
Riley squeals as I tell her I need to schedule a spa day with Cate and invite her to join us. She tries to keep things professional and says she needs to work, but I insist otherwise. She needs this after her breakup with Brad.
We are ushered into a hotel room for the interview as soon as we land.
The plush fibers of the sofa cushion under me twist as I fidget, my fingers running through my rose-gold hair for probably the hundredth time. The hotel room feels too big and quiet, even with Chase drumming his hands against the table, filling up some of the silence. His blue eyes catch mine, a hint of mischief dancing in them, and he shoots me that signature grin that says ‘relax’ without him uttering a word.
“Relax, baby girl,” Jack murmurs. “You’ve got this. We’ve got this.”
I flash him a shaky smile, trying to soak up his confidence like it’s the morning sun. My heart always does this weird skip-jump thing when he’s close, but now’s not the time for butterflies. We’re about to spill our guts to an interviewer, and I’m a cocktail of nerves and excitement.
The door clicks open, and my gaze snaps to the entryway. This is it.
“Hello! I hope I’m not interrupting.” A warm smile greets us before we see the face it belongs to. The interviewer steps into the room, all polished professionalism yet somehow radiating a vibe that’s more coffee shop than boardroom. She extends a hand, firm and sure.
“Hi, I’m Oli.” I stand and my legs are a little wobbly, but I manage to keep my voice steady. Adrenaline courses through me, part fear, part thrill. Her grip is reassuring, grounding me back to the here and now.
“Nice to meet you, Oli. I’m Tory with Omega Buzz. I’ve been looking forward to chatting with you and the band.” Her eyes flicker with genuine interest, and something inside me settles. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
“Likewise,” I reply, my smile finding its way to my lips. It’s easier now, with her friendly demeanor. All I have to do is follow the script of pleasantries and let the conversation flow from there.
I am usually better with the press, but this is a huge announcement.
Chase rises next. He’s all rockstar swagger as he shakes hands, the playful glint never leaving his gaze. I watch the exchange, a silent laugh bubbling from my core. That’s Chase for you—nothing but easy charm and effortless cool.
Jack is strong and commanding, while Aiden stays back and waves. Dax just ignores her.
“Great to meet you,” Jack says, his voice smooth like honey and just as sweet. “We’re excited to get started.”
The energy in the room shifts, anticipation crackling between us all. I take another deep breath, ready to dive into our story. With Jack by my side and the rest of the band within arm’s reach, I feel a surge of boldness.
The plush cushions of the sofa dip as we all find our spots, and there is an odd sense of ceremony in how we arrange ourselves. The interviewer, notebook at the ready, flashes us another one of those disarming smiles before launching into the first question: “How did it all come together? The band’s formation must be quite a story.”
“It is,” I say, tucking a strand of rose gold hair behind my ear. “My band got an opportunity to have their own show, and so I needed a band while The Edge needed a lead singer, so we combined our tours.”
“Like two puzzle pieces that didn’t even know they were missing each other,” Chase adds, his smile genuine now, his usual playfulness replaced by something softer.
The shift in the room is palpable as the topic veers into more personal territory. I lean forward, my fingers entwining with Jack’s as he says, “It’s more than just music for us now,” his voice carrying a hint of wonder. “We’ve evolved. It’s not every day that a band becomes a pack. But here we are, alphas and an omega.”
“Love tends to do that to you, doesn’t it?” The interviewer observes, a knowing smile gracing her lips.
Aiden’s gaze softens, and Chase’s ever-present smirk takes on a gentler curve.
“Speaking of frequencies,” the interviewer turns towards Jack, whose blue eyes twinkle with mischief, “what’s next for the band—sorry, the pack? Any exciting projects coming up?”
“Exciting doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he says, his voice laced with infectious verve. “We’re blending our sounds, meshing our styles. We’ve got new tracks lined up. Now, we’re one band, one sound, and believe me, the world isn’t ready for what we’re about to bring. Our new name is The Hart’s Edge.”
“New music, huh?” The interviewer leans in, obviously hooked by Jack’s enthusiasm. “Can you give us a sneak peek of what to expect?”
Jack’s lips curl into a grin that promises trouble, the good kind. “The surprise song we performed for Oli at the festival in Miami is one of them, but Oli will be singing it as well.”
My eyes dance across the room, landing on each of my alphas. Chase winks at me, his amber eyes glinting with mischief; Aiden’s gentle smile is a silent vow of support; Dax ignores the interviewer but is there for me; and Jack controls the interview, ensuring it goes well.
