Page 98 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Ready to rock their worlds, little rose?” The voice at my ear is a low rumble, teasing yet earnest, stirring the embers of excitement into a blaze. I can’t help but smirk, leaning into the solid strength behind me, and feel my nerves begin to smooth out.
“Born ready,” I shoot back, my voice tinged with the flirtatious defiance that feels like slipping into my favorite leather jacket—familiar and oh-so-me. There’s no room for doubt, not when I’ve got my alphas by my side, believing in me with unwavering certainty that’s more intoxicating than any stage high.
A grin splits my face because this is the moment I leap back into the life that’s as vital to me as breathing.
My alphas’ strength is a current in my veins. As I step forward into the embrace of darkness before the spotlight hits, adrenaline kicks my heartbeat up to match the rhythm of anticipation that pulsates through the arena.
The crowd’s roar is tangible, wrapping around me, urging me on. Their energy is a call to which my soul has always answered. With each step towards the microphone stand, the familiar rush of performing surges stronger and fiercer.
I grip the mic, the cool metal grounding me. It presses against my bond mark with Aiden, making me shake before I pull it together.
My voice is my loyal soldier, ready to fight for me.
And then I sing.
The first note is like the opening of a floodgate—it’s clear, it’s powerful, cutting through the cacophony of cheers like a siren’s call. Even I’m taken aback by its strength; it’s as if the injury never touched me, as if my vocal cords conspired with the universe to gift me back my song, fuller and richer than ever before.
The applause crashes into me like a tidal wave, fierce and wild, as the last echoes of my opening verse hang in the air. I drink it in—their cheers are liquid courage, seeping into my veins, bolstering my confidence. My lips curl into a half-smirk, half-smile, basking in the glow of their adoration. It’s electric, this connection as if I’m conducting the very pulse of the crowd with every sway of my hips.
“London! Are you ready to rock?” I tease over the mic, my tone playful and even flirtatious. The response is immediate, a thunderous affirmation that takes my breath away. They’re with me every step of the way, their eagerness a palpable force that I weave into the fabric of my performance.
My alphas catch my eye—one by one—each glance an unspoken conversation. There’s Chase on the drums, his sticks a blur as he winks at me, mischief written all over his face. Then there’s Dax, his fingers dancing over the bass, a sly grin on his lips as he follows my lead without missing a beat.
Jack’s smile is bright, and I feel his pride in our bond as he strums his guitar. Last, I see Aiden’s confident expression. He knew all along it would be fine.
The stage vibrates with anticipation, a charged silence descending for just a heartbeat before my following words shatter it. “And now, for an announcement that’s gonna rock your world,” I say, my voice a sultry purr of secrets waiting to spill. The crowd leans in, a collective inhale held in their chests.
“You may have already heard, but I’m thrilled to reveal that The Edge and Oli Hart are merging into one epic band!” The words tumble out, wrapped in my fervor. For a moment, the audience is stunned, disbelief etched on their faces like a fresco of shock. But then, like a wave crashing against the shore, excitement builds, morphing into a crescendo of cheers and applause that ricochet off the walls.
And then there’s Dax. He moves forward, his presence a dark flame as he takes his place, bass guitar in hand. His grumpy exterior is like armor, but it’s infused with a razor-sharp focus tonight. His eyes flicker up to meet mine, a silent challenge, or maybe acknowledgment—we’re in this together, ready to set the world alight.
“Ready to make history, Dax?” I call out to him, my tone playful yet laced with the thrill of our shared endeavor.
“Always,” he grunts back, the corner of his mouth twitching in what could almost pass for a smile. It’s all the encouragement I need.
“Then let’s give them a show they’ll never forget,” I declare, my heart pounding to the rhythm of the new beginning we’re about to unleash.
The first note is a growl, deep and resonant, vibrating through the soles of my boots and climbing up my spine. Dax’s fingers dance over the strings of his bass, coaxing out a primal and meticulous rhythm. The crowd sways, pulled by the gravity of the sound as it builds a crescendo of anticipation that holds us all captive.
The connection between us crackles, electric and undeniable. I step closer to him, and our eyes lock—a silent conversation amid chaos. His gaze is intense, those hazel eyes like windows to a soul that’s known too many shadows. Yet now, they flicker with something else—heat, maybe, or the thrill of this shared stage.
“Give it up for Dax, everyone!” I shout, my voice riding the wave of his melody. The audience erupts, and I catch the ghost of a smile on his lips. It’s fleeting, but it’s there, and it ignites something within me—a fire that demands more air, more space.
With each verse, I move, my body finding the beat of his bass with an ease that feels like destiny.
The last chord from Dax’s song vibrates through the air like a live wire of electricity, tingling my skin.
The cheers make the room shake.
“Are you ready for more London?” I shout. “Because my alphas and I have something else special planned for you!”
I turn, catching Aiden’s gaze as I move to the keyboard to sit with him. His usual shyness flickers across his features for a fleeting second, but it vanishes like smoke in a breeze. He’s all alpha confidence tonight, and the sight makes me squirm.
The thrumming energy of the crowd pulses around us, waiting, expectant.
“This one is new, London.” My voice is light, teasing, dancing over the edge of a promise as I lean slightly toward him.
The corner of Aiden’s mouth lifts in a half-smile that doesn’t quite mask the intensity burning in his soft brown eyes. We breathe in sync, the anticipation coiling tight in our chests.
